The bang of the door echoed
throughout the hallway. I walked slowly inside the pitch-black apartment,
shivering from the cold drizzle outside. I tip-toed in my ninja-like way in to
the kitchen and clicked on the light, partly hiding behind the closet door,
just in case there was anyone out there, waiting to attack. I’d always felt
like there was someone watching you, their yellow, beady eyes following your
every move, even though I knew there was nothing there. That’s why I loved the
rain. It made me feel like those eyes shut closed and don’t open until the rain
stopped. I looked out in to the dim hallway before walking out. It was then
that my energetic brother ran into me, spinning around like a tornado. Out of
nowhere, my dad walked through the door carrying fifteen bags of groceries in
each arm. Both of them were drenched from head to toe. And there we were, the
crazies of the building, all standing under one roof, safe from the gloomy
skies. But the safety didn’t last for long. My father kindly suggested that the
family to take a walk in the rain.
I had been sitting on the couch in my
fluffy white robe that fit me awkwardly, being that it was twice the size of
me, slipping my milky hot chocolate. Taking one last swig, I jumped up off the
couch and put on my sneakers. Then, looking back at the dining room table, I
found my brother still making his way to the bottom of his mug. I stepped out
of the doorway into the echoing hallway that held the entrance into the pouring
rain.
As I took the first foot into the
gloominess, I took in a deep breath. The air was misty but fresh, like it was
breathing for the first time. I ran up ahead of my father, down the block,
further onto the abandoned street. The street lights were majestic and had an
orange glow to them, making the whole block seem like a fairytale. And after my
dad caught up with me, he held my hand like I was only 5, and crossed the
intersection even though there was not a soul in sight.
The rain was filling up the
neighborhood, in the gutters, around the car tires, engulfing everything
around. I stood on a bench at first, letting the rain sift through me, dancing
on my skin, soaking my hair. My father sat next to me, just looking out into
the nothingness. We then decided to go to the park. The trees billowed in the
howling wind. The leaves circled around me. the water grew its own tiny waves,
and the grass was losing the fight against the wind. I splashed into the three
feet of water, not even caring about my ruined sneakers. I kicked and spinned
and danced throughout the park. I jumped up on the benches and climbed over the
fences. At one point, I sat back on the same bench next to my dad and closed my
eyes, enjoying the last moments of the storm before the sun weighed it down in
defeat, bringing civilization back to the world.
