Rain Rain Go AWAY

After I finished working on Spanish in the clinic I was running back and forth trying to stay underneath the awning of the wash basin for as long as possible. In aonly five or so seconds between the awnings I became fairly soaked. There were drops of water permeating almost every inch of my clothes. There was only an inch of my clothes. There was only an inch separating every dark blotches that vary between the size of a quarter to a dime. There there seems to be no small raindrops. When I watched the rain begin out on the basketball court, it seemed that there were even larger raindrops practically the size of a baseball. It took me only two minutes to cause every inch of the court to be darker gray with the color of wet cement. On the walk back to the clinic I stopped onto the road of squarish cement blocks. The water was rushing down the sides of the road where gullies cause deeper water. I splashed into water practically two inches deep and immediately felt the rush of water soaking my shoe. On the next step I felt the slosh of a soaked sock in my shoe. I had a flashback to the days of soccer pratice and tryouts with the drenched fields, avoiding the puddles, but not always being so lucky as to avoid them. I remember my blue, red and black socks being soaked as I sloshed off the field. Getting in the car as I peeled off the layers of socks almost wanting to leave them on to keep the warmth but knowing if I did, they would gradually get colder until I couldn’t get warm without the steaing water of a shower. Back in the street in Santa Cruz all I could hope for was the warmth of hot air blasting on my frozen toes.

There was nobody in the street to see my sloshing expedition through the streets/. It was silent apart from the drips of rain on the surrounding tin roofs. The store that is usually sitting open with its bags of processed food was closed down with wooden boards across the front. The children were all in the school, no PE for the kids the rest of the day. The library is silent as usually. The dogs, absent from the streets hiding out underneath the awnings throughout town. This is not the vivid Santa Cruz I usually know. It is a different type of tranquil, transformed by the rain.