Rain Again

Further snapshots I treasure of the rain was with my friends. Manel my best friend in school, Rosanna, Pamela and a few others would walk to the bus stop in the rain never bothering to open the umbrellas that some of us carried. We would sing along the way and Rosanna would even do an occasional wiggle of her bottom for emphasis of our songs. I don’t think we even noticed the strange looks we probably got from disapproving elders. All we knew was that we were with our friends, it was raining and we were enjoying our music, each others company and of course giggling away at the most inane things in the world. Everything was so hilarious; we would laugh till our tummies hurt.

Now come to think of it, the weather, the dust, the grime, the bus travel, the weirdoes in the buses, none of these seemed to be a bother. Everything was accepted as it was…… What a beautiful time of life adolescence is.