Teckie4lyfe (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} teckie4lyfe) wrote,@ 2008-03-31 18:32:00 |
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Shake yourself off!!
In no way do I think that this is as good as the piece Chris Michael wrote the other day...but I was quite surprised and pleased with what a simple trip to the dumpster turned into...
As she stepped out of the door of the apartment building called “home”, the door was almost ripped from her hand by a sudden gust of late march wind. The monochromatic day had been monotonous and predictable, and suddenly it had decided to unleash it’s pent up rage. She tugged at the leash of her faithful companion who balked at the whipping wind. They walked down the sidewalk and toward the parking lot as thunder slowly growled its warning. It seemed as if almost instantly the sky darkened, and raindrops slipped out of the air and onto her hair and face. The sharp coldness from the water sent goose bumps crawling across her arms and shoulders. She stopped and looked to the sky, pleased with what she knew was to come. The rain answered back with an outcry of thunder and threw more rain down at her. The wet droplets slipped over her smiling lips, and down off of her chin. It had been a very long winter with no thunderstorms, just cold blank snowfall that trapped people in their homes like hostages. Now the spring was beginning to break free and it was taking her with it.
It was only a few steps she was taking in this rain… she had only come outside to take the garbage to the dumpster, and yet it was the most freeing feeling she had experienced in a while. The storm was picking up. She could only imagine how foolish the people in the surrounding buildings thought she was, standing there in the rain with her dog and an empty pizza box. But it didn’t matter. She was letting this be an experience. She was allowing herself to feel.
Her glasses had so much moisture on them now that she could no longer see. She shook her head and began walking again. The two rain-soaked friends tip-toed around puddles forming on the pavement. She began to notice purple-red spots forming on the chest of her shirt--her freshly dyed hair stating its displeasure of this onslaught of precipitation. As they walked back towards the entrance of their home, she did not duck her head to try to avoid the raindrops. Instead, she held her head high and smiled boldly in the face of the storm. She welcomed it.
“Let the rain come, and wash away the monotony.” She whispered to herself.
A neighbor who was coming out as she was heading in held the door for her. He had his hood pulled up over his head and his sweater zipped tightly at his neck. As she passed though the open door she said “thank you” without meeting his glance. He nodded in response and trotted half heartedly to his car. The storm seemed worse when he walked in it. Maybe it was because he tried so hard to resist it. She shrugged off the thought and quickly took the four steps down to the front door of her apartment. Before walking in, her pet shook himself thoroughly from nose to tail, and then sauntered through the door. A sly grin slipped across her face. It seemed the perfect analogy to life…don’t try to resist the storms that come…they’re going to come anyway. However, don’t allow yourself to stand dripping wet after they’ve gone either. Dry yourself off and move on.
