Currently Listening White Lilies Island By Natalie Imbruglia see related

I had just finished some studies in the library.  It had started raining in the middle of standard deviations and k-bars, and I could hear the telltail pattering on the windows.  I stopped to chat with Jill when a group of men walked into the cafe.  Drenched.  They made such a ruccous as they awaited Jill's service at the counter.  It was then that I decided it was time to brave the weather and return home.

As I stepped outside, I realized how serious the weather situation was.  Rain fell in sheets beating the cold concrete with firm resolve as dime-sized hail scattered across the ground.  An umbrella would have been a worthless defense.  If it weren't for the lights, I might not have been able to see the buildings across Alumni Circle. 

I zipped up my jacket, pulled my backpack tight around my back, and comitted myself to the storm.  I was immediately soaked from head to foot.  As I ran, I felt the wieght of my jacket slowing me down.  Lightning flashed across the darkened sky, illuminating the ominous sight for a split second.  Trees towered over me like dark, menacing shadows reaching up to catch a taste of light.  A fear of being struck by lightning came over me.  The sky lit up again, and I hurried my steps toward my goal, thankful for my boots as water and rain sloshed around my ankles.

When I arrived at the house, and pushed the door open to dryness.  I was met by five sets of eyes.  Matt, Ryan, Liza, Katie and Stephanie just looked at me as water trickled from the fringes of my jacket forming a puddle on the harwood floor.  Droplets of water formed little beads at the ends of my sloppy hair as others raced in streams down my face.

I smiled, and said, "Hi!"

We sat for a time, chatting about creepy experiences and sipping tea and cider.  The power went dead at 9pm, leaving the house dark and noisy with screams and giggles (guess who).  Flashlights were brought out, and more stories were told.  I played guitar (my five chords), and the girls laughed a lot.  At one time, the girls tried to leave, but didn't make it past the flooding street before they turned around and ran back inside.  Rain continued to pour mercilessly.

Finally, the rain let up, and we escorted the girls back to their dorm buildings.  Four a couple hours, we struck deep conversations about fear and faith in the lounge of Dinkmeyer.

The power didn't come back on until 11am today, so my classes were cancelled until 5pm.  Just my luck.  I have a class at 5pm.  Statistics.  Great.  I'm sure I'll have loads of fun.  For now, I'll finish my ranting, and prepare for class.