Rain, Rain, Go Away || Felicity + Eleanor
It wasn’t the type of rain you can dance in. This rain made you blind, flooded roads, and soaked you to the bones. Umbrellas didn’t help, and the wind was so strong it could blow an elephant over. Yet, due to a significant lack of coffee, peanut butter, and milk, Eleanor was forced to venture out to the small market down the block.
Her bright yellow rain coat wrapped around her with matching galoshes on her feet, she made quite a sight as she angrily stomped down the street. This was positively ridiculous. This weather that is. Not her lack of food. Which while saddening was not ridiculous. School was out of session for the time, until the storm ended, the roads unsafe to drive, and while she enjoyed that, she didn’t like not being able to do anything in her time off. Her small bug was in the shop, and all she had was her cruiser, and you can’t ride a bike in the rain, not this rain that is. So she was confined to the apartment, the small record shop across the street, and the coffee house next to it.
Eleanor supposed this would be a good time to grade the essays on Stalin and Communism in Russia she had her tenth graders write, but then she really didn’t feel like doing that either. Heaving a sigh, she pushed into the small market, the little bell above the door jingling, alerting the workers of her presence. Squeaking with every step, she grabbed a basket, and set off to find what she needed, and whatever else she decided she couldn’t live without. Like maybe those marshmallows that were on sale.
