The Cool Rain
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
US African AmericanTranscript
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the first drop came screaming down from the heavens and met me with a tender bang right in the face, a shocking and soothing sensation all at once. After all, it was February, but the temperature around here was in the low sixties. I allowed gravity to grab the back of my head, full face greeting, more cool rain. Surely friends of the first drop, I felt cool. Ring took me away for a minute, right out in public. No telling who was looking. All I heard was horns honking and muffled profanity. My tongue was getting jealous. So in my lips finally, party. Cool rain had a familiar taste. Sweet, like military memories, never more, and I liked it. I wasn't thinking about work, even though I was on the cloud. I was overwhelmed with each new cool rain drops, taking me away for just a minute, standing in the crosswalk, slowing up the speed limit, thanking the cool rain, feeling like liquid darts dancing on my skin, sending a cool breeze down my neck. I took my head off and my hair was so grateful I could feel the applause, a standing ovation for that cool sensation. My smile sneaked its way out, and before long, a big, gaping grin emerged. The sun was out, but the cool rain felt anyway, even though they didn't really look like rain clouds. And what was that saying about the devil and his wife? Here I am caught up in cliches. When the pressure was on. Just a few seconds ago, I was really tripping all the way to the curb. Still grateful, though, to rain, taking me away for just a minute because after all, it was February, but the temperature around where there was six.