It's raining. Hard. I wore converse. I also don't use umbrellas. But an umbrella wouldn't help with soaking feet anyway....The converse are old, they actually have holes in them, and even with no holes, they are shoes made of fabric...They will always be soaking wet in the rain.

I walk out of work. Up the stairs to the street from the basement. Rain drops hit my skin, I smile. I love rain, especially in the summer...Might have something to do with the climate of Saint Petersburg, Russia where I'm from. Rain kinda sneaks up on you there, weather changed 5 times a day and it's not uncommon to be caught without an umbrella. If you don't want to spend your days pissed, learn to love the rain. Plus rain is incredibly poetic in my opinion, can't help but love it.

Up the street to a drug store. Refrigerator, big bottle of water. I know plastic is bad for the environment, note to self, get one of those aluminum containers. 4 pack of color film, check out. Back into the street...Puddles in my shoes, water forms rain drops on my nose. Train or cab? The comfort of a car is more appealing. Hand up, no one stops. Walk another block...Get into a train station, no map, can't plan route, the decision to take a cab strengthens. Walk out, try again. Cab pulls up, I open the door and stand in the rain, while a girl my age pays with her credit card. He didn't stop for me, he stopped cuz she needed to get out. She leaves, I get in.

All of a sudden there are no thoughts, no problems. Jamaican driver. Kind eyes. Amazing, relaxing music. I swear it felt like I was on a beach for a vacation, in that cab. And the rain outside just reinforced the comfort. I smiled and moved my fingers with the music. Destination reached, tip paid.

Half a block and I'm indoors. Badminton, how I love you! You are worth walking in wet shoes through the whole damn city (but only in the summer). Up the stairs, changing room. High school. Down the stairs, courts, people, games. I mostly loose, but it's been 3 years since I really played. I'm already better than I was last week. Pull some muscles, decide that I should start stretching and may be running on the other days of the week, so that I can get on the same level as the stronger players. 4 hours finished, and it's time to leave. Up the stairs to the changing room, huge roach hurries away....Oh high school. I change on the stairs instead. Down the stairs, out the door.

Yep, still raining. So refreshing on my overheated, sweaty skin. I just wish I had flip flops and not these water absorbent shoes. Walk through the dark city....10:40 pm. Every one has an umbrella, some guy makes a comment to me. I got headphones on, so can't quote him, cuz I'm unsure of what exactly he said. Walk 7 blocks in the wrong direction, turn around walk back. Good music in the headphones, wonderful feeling of power in my body... I'm not even upset I walked the wrong way. Into the subway, dripping water.

Get on the train, and realize I have no fucking idea how I got home after badminton last week. Tried to remember, and couldn't....I space out like that a lot. But this was kinda disturbing, cuz it happened only a week ago...Thought I transfered on 42nd, but looking at the train route now, that would've been impossible....Go down to 14th. Walk out of the station. Damn, it's cold out. Another block to my bus stop...15 minutes, bus is there.Get on, put on a sweater and fall asleep.

Home sweet home. 12 am. Converse off, warm socks on, Glee finale.