I took my mobile out and dialed my dad's only to be informed that "the person I had called could not be yada yada." (You missed him love. You're gonna either drag yourself back home and soak your cute little butt under the rainpour or try to look even cuter each minute to the owner of the store so he won't kick you out for mistaking his store for a bus stop). I sighed as I hang up and peered at the rain melting the last traces of the snow away from the streets not knowing what to curse first. My lack of weather prediction and leaving my umbrella back home or the rain that had been sweeping a sight that I had great affection towards?