Waiting

  The drizzling rain makes the world colder, harder and sadder.
  I don't really enjoy rainy days, it makes me feel gloomy. All the black clouds, whispering winds. Not exactly cheerful.
  So today after school I went to Marpole Community Centre for a youth club meeting, and finished at around 5. Mimi didn't come with me toady and it was all dark and creepy outside. I phoned my mom to come pick me up, because I didn't want to walk 15 minutes to the bus stop, in the dark, in the rain (which seemed to get harder and harder). So I just went back to school and waited. I guess it could be much worse. I can imagine me walking with my umbrella the wind blowing it sideways, the rain pelting my head. My jacket getting wet, and water seeping into my shoes... Not nice. Honestly, if the day was still open and bright, I wouldn't mind walking through the rain at all. I am one for experiences, and even walking in the rain can be a valuable piece of memory.  I have to admit I was also scared for my own safety, because I don't really like the dark and there are strange people lurking around sometimes. Better safe than sorry, that is what my mom tells me.
  So I waited for my mom for almost an hour in the school, and read the book for English. I realized that when you are waiting for something, you always pay more attention to your surroundings. I never noticed the shields beside the statue before.
  I hope it doesn't rain tomorrow.