The bloody phone finally charged.

It was overcast outside. Really overcast. And ominous. Big black cloud hangin' over my head. Dad told me to take an umbrella. So I picked up my big rainbow umbrella and merrily started on my way, a bounce in my step and a smile on my face.

I got about halfway there when it started pouring. Thundering, lightning (distantly), wind whipping around through the mimosa trees.

Dad beeped me on the phone and was all "COME BACK. QUICK."

I popped open my umbrella and walked back. Slowly. I was in no great hurry. I imagined that there was a group of 400,000 behind me chanting "NO RAIN! NO RAIN! NO RAIN! PEACE, PEACE, PEACE, PEACE!" And the rain seemed to float away from me as I daydreamed. The thunder was far away suddenly, and in my mind, it was sunny and warm.

Ahh, but it was another dream.

My pants are soaked from the pockets down, my hair is sopping as if I'd just gotten out of a shower, and I can barely see out of my glasses for water-spots.

Sadly, this means no Fifth Avenue and Canada Dry for me today.

(Dad told me when I got back: "I didn't think you'd actually go!" Why not?)