THE RAINY DAYS My LA

Every state has something that defines it. California is known for its bright sun and warm weather. Within this sunny state is my Los Angeles, the so called “City of Angels.” It’s sunny so often that it is rare when the citizens don’t worry about conservation of water. We are almost always in the middle of a drought. It’s relatively annoying actually. But there are those occasional days where it rains. And those are the days that I remember most here in Los Angeles. We don’t remember every day of our lives; we just aren’t physically smart enough to do that. So the few days we do remember have to stand out to us, have something unique about them. That defining factor is the rain to me.
Today I drove to school. Like every other day. But I will remember this day for awhile. It rained. I wore Uggs—a stupid decision. They are ruined and I’ve almost fallen a few thousand times already. The count may reach a million by the end of the day. The puddles seep into my shoes and flood my toes with cold water. My freshly straightened hair from the morning has grown waves and frizz. The damp air is suffocating and I can’t help but wish for warmer days. I want it to be summer already—not just because of the weather though. I will remember this day. I will remember the cold, the damp, the rain, the puddles, the frizz, everything.