Rainy Boring Sunday

It is ten forty on the dot. The sky is dark and moonless tonight. The rain seems to have stopped. There are puddles of water all over the patio floor. Rain drops continue to slowly fall from the rooftops.

I am sitting outsider my dorm. A couple of people are walking back and forth across the hall, but there is not much to observe tonight. No one is out doing much of anything.

About fifteen minutes have passed by and one guy steps outside his dorm, on the third floor across from me. He is wearing flips flops, white shorts, and a blue hoodie. He has short hair and looks Hispanic. My guesses are that he must have been in his dorm all day because he is not dressed for the current rainy occasion.

The young man pulls out his phone and begins to talk into it. He starts off his conversation with a simple hello and how are you doing phrase.

I lose interest in the young man because his conversation seems dull and boring. I focus my attention elsewhere.

On the patio floor, a couple of guys engage in what seems to be a little game of soccer. The puddles on the patio floor have no effect on their playing. They just run through them. It looks like a little three on three match. On one team two of the young men are wearing basketball shorts and regular t-shirts, and their other teammate is wearing cargo shorts and a tank top. This teams’ opponents are all wearing jeans and tank tops. From the looks of it, I am concluding that the team with the shorts will more than likely one. They are better properly dressed for the game they are playing.

I turn my attention back to the guy on his phone.

Blue hoodie boy begins to laugh hysterically. I am alarmed at the amount of noise he is making. He is walking back and forth and stopping every so often to bend over and catch his breath from all of the laughter he is doing.

I scoot my chair a little further down the hall to where I am closer to blue hoodie boy in an attempt to catch a bit of his conversation.

He is talking about a motorcycle and drivers ed. He keeps mentioning the phrase “ooh my gosh, no you did not!” I am beginning to think he might be talking about a friend about taking a specific class for a motorcycle license. Towards the end I hear him say “yes ma’am”. From this I am assuming that he is talking to his mother. Blue hoodie boy’s mother is taking a class for her motorcycle license. It is no wonder that the young man is laughing so hysterically.

Blue hoodie boy ends his conversation and heads back into his dorm.

The guys on the patio floor continue to play their game of soccer and enjoy their night.

Rainy days seem to be happy days, and indoor days judging by the amount of people outside.