I have been meticulously watching the weather forecast this entire week. When I woke up this morning, it was pouring and I thought that it would surely still rain this Saturday (the day of our wedding). To my surprise, I was reading the news and found that the tides had turned. It is going to be sunny on Saturday and far from the three-digit scorch that has been plaguing the Gulf Coast for the past few months. I’m excited! God has answered my prayers. A little rain to keep the grass green and a little sun to keep my dress clean.
Back to the present time.
I woke up, got ready for work, and began my commute. I thought it would be a good time to stop for gas as I was five minutes away from work and in need of some serious fuel. Right as I parked, removed the nozzle, paid my dues, and it began to come down like a fury. It was so bad that my umbrella could not shield me from the sideways mayhem that splattered across my once dry face and clothing. I instantly thought, “oh no this rain did NOT just slap me in the face!” as I jumped into the car and sped to my destination. When at work, I swiftly headed towards the entrance but could not avoid the perilous puddles that muddied my path. I arrived wet from the knees down and drenched from the neck up. How did the rain completely miss the middle region of my body? “So much for great presentation,” I thought as I made an effort to undo the damage that the weather graced upon me.
If only I can crank up Adele at work, it would be the most acceptable imperfect day. To what do I owe this great mood for casting aside my cares, you might ask. WELL, it’s not going to rain on my parade this Saturday and THAT makes me smile, even with the mud on my favorite teal flats.
Hope your day is as great, or better.
-Ari
