Secret

I secretly love the rain. Standing outside under the dry of an umbrella and watching, hearing and smelling it come down makes me instantly nostalgic. 

The whole inside of the train is fogged up with condensed exhales, and the older guy who just sat next to me almost elbowed me in the face while sitting down. Twice.

I told him, "watch it..." maybe a tad too sternly. He got real apologetic and stopped flailing so wildly.