Wednesday morning I was determined to ride my bike... I was craving it, in a sense. So, when I looked out my window in the morning and saw the dark clouds, I thought the skies were teasing me yet again. I decided to chance it...; nothing happened the two days before. As soon as I started peddling though, the raindrops began to fall. By that time it was too late to put the bike back, gather all my things, and make it to the bus stop before the last tram I could take to arrive at work on time left. Instead, I suffered through it. Fortunately it was a light rain and was only slightly soaked when I got to work. About an hour later, the skies cleared and the sun came out... and I had a beautiful ride home.
This morning was no different than the rest.. still cloudy. I figured that since I didn't melt yesterday, I'd be ok today too... if the rains came. And that's how I found out that the heavens love me. The rain held up until the moment I rode into the bike-port at work. Not a second later the rain came in the form of a torrential downpour. So, I'd just like to say thank you rain... thank you for not soaking me on my way to work today. I'm quite grateful.