It's Raining and I'm Happy

Right now I feel right at home, where I should be, sitting in a bright, crammed classroom on the ground floor of Dwinelle while the rain wafts down right next to me, outside. Did I say wafts? Yes wafts, this rain isn't falling, it's so light it's floating, it's acting like snow but it's melted. Around me the people are talking about World War I, which happened nearly one hundred years ago now but we are still terrified of it. So we talk about it and talk about it in the hopes that none of us will ever do it again.

I feel like a grilled cheese sandwhich. I feel like eating one, that is. I do not feel that I myself am a grilled cheese sandwhich.

I love this rain, it seems to pull everybody together. We are all cloaked in this gray blanket, pushed inside by the foul weather, made to sit together and eat together and be together. It looks like hot chocolate and hearty soup outside, meaning that that is what my brain jumps to as soon as I see that blanket of gray. I hope all the people rushing around outside under their umbrellas in their rubber boots are heading somewhere where they can get something hot and tasty to eat or drink.

Today I will hole myself up in Morrison from 2pm to 5pm and read. Maybe I will read a textbook, but probably I will read a book for no one but myself. It will be cold outside but I will be warm. So will my fellow Morrisonites. Sweet.