rain rain go away

“Sunny with a chance of drizzly rain”, I overheard on the tv as I ate my cereal. Sunny it is! It’s 5 minutes till class starts, am I surprised that I lost track of time? I sprint upstairs and throw on a sundress and my backpack full of books and head out the door to my thrilling lecture that is awaiting my late arrival. The surface of my skin stung as I flung open the door; the cold, sharp air biting at me. No time for a coat as I speedwalked to organic chemistry with my airpods bumping Julia by Mt. Joy. 

“But Juliaaaaa

Fix me a blue sky in a warm sun

And I’ll be….”

My humming was abruptly stopped by my professor assigning the homework for tonight… 37 molecular practice problems, a quiz, and a video. I thanked him for his time at the end of class and began my walk out, but not before noticing the sound of a heavy downpour. A pitter patter on the rooftop ceiling of the classroom was all that I could hear above my music blaring. 

“Sunny”, I repeated to myself confused. “Sunny…”, and then it clicked, “sunny with a chance of drizzly rain.” Of course in Orange, drizzly rain means torrential downpour for a short period of time, and then who-knows-what weather next! I could not stop thinking about how once again I wore the completely wrong outfit for the weather, I shouldn’t be surprised at this point, but for some reason it still shocks me. 

All I can do I guess is start my 20 minute walk home. With my head down from embarrassment, I try to smile at my peers walking past me, looking sorry for me and confused, as if I’m an oblivious girl living in California for the first time. Pretty spot on actually. On top of wearing a short sun dress in this downpour, my dress happened to be white. As I am avoiding giant rain puddles on my walk home, because I’m only wearing my Rainbow sandals, I am also focusing on covering my hair over my shoulders and around my body to ensure that my dress does not turn see-through from the rain soaking through the thin, linen material. Good thing I did not have my hands full, as I used all of my appendages to hold my dress down and cross my arms for warmth all at once. I couldn’t believe I did this to myself once again. But here I was, trudging through the rain, hair soaked and dripping wet. Here I was on another “sunny with a chance of drizzly rain” day in sunny Socal.