I thought I would enjoy the rain. Heck, I know I always did. Gone were the days of drifting with time. Gone were the days of careless humming and sweet candies. And today finally came another chance to indulge these childhood desires.

Or NOT.
When you are on your way home from a restless day at school longing for the moment when you can finally take off your shoes and lie down for as long as you want, being met by the rain is so not a good thing. Let alone a storm.

And the "days of drifting with time" are not relived because firstly, you cannot take your time when you realise the amount of work that needs to be done once you get home; and secondly, it's so freaking cold and things that are not supposed to be seen are getting exposed (if you know what I mean).

Nor are "days of careless humming". Make that "days of careless stepping into something soft-brown-and-slimy". Eww.