My Favorite Kind of Day

Day Two Hundred and Fifty-Eight

Today was my favorite kind of day. It rained so hard that I looked like I had just gone swimming when I arrived at my class, even though I had an umbrella. Raindrops beaded the windows of the tram and the classrooms. I sat curled up on my couch next to my window that was open just enough for me to be able to hear the pitter-patter of rain on the pavement. It was the kind of day that only happens at the end of summer that gives you a sneak peak at what winter will be like. It was my favorite kind of day.

Until Tomorrow,

~WCG