Rain. Need I say more? The thing I like about the rain is my room is somehow cozier and colder. I can walk outside without thinking about the heat. But alas, when I actually walked outside yesterday, I was soaked knee down even with an umbrella. Walking becomes uncomfortable and as I let my feet dry in the air conditioned room, they feel frozen.
We went to a restaurant yesterday. Besides the slight drizzle, the weather pretty much held up. But as we start eating, the drizzle quickly transformed into a moderate downpour. I wasn’t worried because I know I have my trusty umbrella in my bag. I always carry it around with me. When we are done eating, my dad asked for my umbrella and confidently, I reached out into my bag. “Eh? Where is it?” I suddenly remembered that earlier I placed it in a bag, the other bag. Looking up at my dad, I smiled guiltily.
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