Rain did me dirty.

Has much as I love raining season, I sometimes dislike it. Rain don do me dirty (Rain has done me dirty), I can’t count how many times I have been beaten by rain because sometimes I don’t have a choice. Personally, I don’t like going out with an umbrella, unless I am sure that it is going to rain, the umbrellas always make me feel uncomfortable and sometimes I tend to forget them.

There are a lot of times when I have been beaten by rain, some of them are still unforgettable. Sometimes, rain is unpredictable while sometimes rain is predictable. It is annoying when you get to plan your day well and rain ends up messing it up. Like I said there are a lot of times I have been beaten by the rain. But I’ll be sharing the one that I remembered and it really hurt me.

Although it has been a long yet I could remember vividly when the rain did me dirty, I was about 13 years old or so. I was the only one left at home and my mom said I should bring something for her to shop which was quite far from our house. So, I prepared and packed what I needed then left home.

After about 10-15 minutes walk I was about to reach the bus stop where I would take a bus to my mum’s when the rain started falling, at first I thought the rain would stop but it didn’t instead it started to fall heavily. I decided to run to the bus stop maybe I could take a bus but then I remembered that I didn’t lock the windows and besides, there was a place that had opened a little within the roof, it just needed nailing.

Immediately I realized this, I thought I could not wait under a shade or so but the best idea was to run back and do the needful. I didn’t think twice before going into the rain and ran back home, the journey was not a stone's throw and the rain was falling heavily already, I hugged my bag to my chest and ran faster.

After some minutes of running in the rain and my clothes were perfectly soaked, the rain was feeling like stone, like some stone was falling. Eventually, I got home to find out that the house was filled (not as filled as that) but water has managed to get inside because it was raining heavily and it was more like with wind.

It was a very bad day for me because I had to start cleaning the house, my mom would be so angry at me for not closing the windows. it was so stressful. The water from the part of the roof was not quite much because the opening was not much. I mopped the floor and clean them. The rain already stopped by this time. So, I decided to dry out the stuff that got wet from the water from the windows and my bag too.

I took my bag out and spread my things out, just to see that water has entered my mom’s phone, oh my God, I was literally crying already.. what am I going to tell my mom? If it was to be my phone, at least it is mine but it is not. I just sat down and cried for like 30 minutes, after the rain beat me, it still spoil my mom’s phone. the phone never worked though

Eventually, My mum was angry of course, she talked to me, she shouted at me and blamed me. It was a memorable day for me and a bad day at that. So now, I try to cover all my belongings with a nylon bag and I don’t mind borrowing or asking around if I don’t have it.

They are many memorable days too.. back then when we be coming back from school with friends we don’t mind walking in the rain, it was always fun tho. When I was younger I really love bathing in the rain and basically just being in the rain, the funniest part is I don’t really catch a cold. Maybe I am Aquawoman, hehe.. but I have just grown out of it due to maturity.