When It Rains, It Pours

It was raining the whole day.

I woke up early despite the calls of my bed to burrow further in the blanket wrapped around me. This is one of my most favorite things in the world. Rainy, bed weather, warm blanket and I don't have to get up for work or school.

But of course, I'm torn between warm blanket and breakfast and greeting the world a good morning. So I got up, had breakfast and turned on the computer so I can start typing my report.
I have a short attention span when it comes to work, but I managed to write my whole paper and needless to say, it was already nearing lunchtime and I didn't have time for exercise anymore. Anyway, I wasn't really planning to exercise today, but it would've been a great feat if I managed to.

My happy mood changed drastically when I was on my way to school and there it was, terrible traffic. Bumper to bumper, and not moving an inch. I moved for a meter in 15 mins. and I was running late for class. When I managed to extricate myself from all the trucks in Rd 10, I thought I could still make it. Until of course, with my rotten luck, I ended up at the back of a slow-moving Lancer. Gah! No matter, I thought everyone in my class will be late anyway.

But my classmate sent me a text message asking where I was because we are having a quiz! Oh come on. I really thought, this is not happening to me! It took me double the amount of time to get to school and I'm going to miss a quiz? I'm no nerd, but since quizzes are far and few in between, I need all that I can get. Shucks, I'm running late, a slow-moving vehicle in front of me and I managed to get all the red signals. Great. Just great!

And! It didn't end there. I couldn't find a good parking spot, so I had to park way out into the parking lot, a long way from the entrance, and I had to run to the classroom, which is three buildings away from the entrance. Of course, because it just is the day that I'm really really unlucky, when I get to the classroom, my jeans were wet, my hair dishevelled, and I'm panting like a dog.

Suddenly, the rain stopped. I looked up to the teacher and my classmates who all turned to look at me when I enterd the classroom. Dare I hope?

The teacher waited for me and I managed to take the quiz.

When it rains, it pours. But sometimes, even for an hour or so, the rain stops to let a little Hope in.