Instead of vivid color everywhere, there's gray all around me. Like being stuck in the middle of a rain cloud, waiting my turn to plummet to earth below. Who in their right mind would want to be a raindrop in another life, not me. It is probably more fun to be the spot it landed on, like someone's head or hat, maybe on an expensive pair of shoes or a designer purse being held overhead to attract even more drops. Some drops are lucky and meet death in a community puddle where hundreds of drops fall and spend the following few hours dodging the footsteps of those running away from the billions of drops now falling with a fury. Soon, the gray disappeared, replaced with blue skies and puffy white clouds so proud of themselves it made me want to puke raindrops. Two can play this game, I said as the sky turned black, skipping right past gray and opening up, spilling more drops than could ever be counted. Don't fool with Mother Nature. She gets what she wants when she wants it, I said as I watched umbrellas in every color of the rainbow fly past me, leaving behind soaking-wet people who weren't laughing. Not one bit.
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