Walking in the Rain

"Let's just go walking in the rain." -- Billie Holiday

There is something about a rainy day. Waking up to the pitter-patter of rain on my window, walking through a mass of umbrellas, and changing out of my drenched jeans into yoga pants. My day started with the noises of Mercedes cooking for a party she is catering this evening. I heard a pot clang and flipped over, opened my eyes and peered out the window - rain. Pouring down rain. With lots of people away this weekend, I had decided today would be a "me" day. At noon, I threw on clothes, grabbed my umbrella, and into the rain I went. I was able to do everything I wanted to do today, except sit in a cafe because that seemed to be where everyone decided to go to escape the rain. I also returned a purchase I decided was too extravagant. However, I ended up making another purchase, but this one was a bargain: a sweater from Zara for 3.99€! Bag in one hand, umbrella in the other, I walked along the streets of Barcelona. It didn't matter where I wandered to, but I wanted to walk. Some may think that walking in the rain alone is completely depressing, but it's not. Although the city was grey, dreary, and soaked; I found it to be serene. It was peaceful watching the people huddle under store awnings and share umbrellas. After three hours of roaming around, the itching of my wet jeans against my skin began to kick in. That's when I decided it was time to head home. I've always found such bliss in changing out of sopping wet clothes into cozy sweats. I think the rest of my rainy day will be spent inside, curled up in bed, listening to Mercedes in the kitchen.