And I seem to find the happiness I seek

The doors swing open, welcoming droplets ushered in by the same winds assaulting trees lining the streets. The street has become one giant puddle stretched out in front of the Psychology Building. Fellow students scowl underneath hoods, umbrellas, drenched hair...I turn up the volume of my music, tighten my scarf, and pop open my umbrella as I exit the safety of the entrance, torrents swallowing my legs. My pants are saturated within steps, and after a block, my legs are pounds heavier with water sloshing between my toes. Plans to buy books on the way home are considered, and confirmed with a glance to the heavens and the mischievous grin that tends to appear in the middle of a downpour. I cannot help but laugh out loud as I pass pedestrians who could not look less happy at the weather. They do not seem to appreciate my giddiness.
"Some weather we're having huh?"
"It's certainly interesting."
"You're welcome to wait it out in the store..."
"Thanks, but at this point I think you just have to have fun with it."
A surprised look is handed to me with my receipt.

This semester is probably my first to have only classes that interest me: Psychology of Prejudice and Stereotyping, Psych of Men and Masculinity, Social Psychology, Cross Training, and Research in a temperament study on twins. No finals in sight, a good amount of papers and quite a bit of reading...a semester to remind me why I haven't run off to culinary school already.