Narrative Essay about My Memory of Rain

Something special about my hometown is the rain. Now, what I mean by that is whenever I think about my hometown, the first thing that comes to mind is the rain and then the other memories come flooding in after. To me, rain means comfort and happiness. Whenever a special event has happened in my life, rain has always been there dripping down onto the street. 

It was around 7 o'clock on a rainy night. My parents and I padded down the un-even cement road. We weren’t able to see our destination yet from the rain pouring down onto the street. Yes, it probably would have made sense to take a car, but I vividly remember Mom saying something along the lines of “the rain will stop soon”. Turns out that the rain never did stop, but that was okay since I was mostly focusing on what the friend’s house we were visiting was going to look like. The reason that I was joining on the very cold and rainy trip was that I heard there might be a dog. It took about fifteen more minutes until we finally arrived at the small brick house. I went up and knocked on the light black-colored door. As I knocked I could feel that the paint wasn’t exactly smooth, but bumpy under my knuckles. The first noise I heard coming out of the house was the sound of paws hitting the hardwood floor and then suddenly the door came to a fast opening. I looked down and my eyes met a small cockapoo. By the sound of the dog’s feet I would have thought it would have been some ginormous dog, but nope just a little one. I remember the owner telling me its name was Pig and at first I thought she was just joking. But no, it makes a lot of sense to call a dog pig, right? 

Something I have noticed about England is how tiny all of their cars are. It makes sense really since the streets there are so small. These thoughts all hit me while I was in the passenger seat of my Grandmothers car. We were on our way to the grocery store called Tesco’s. I hopped out of the car onto a stone road, it was a little slippery since it was drizzling a bit today. My Grandmother and I then continued into the store. We weren’t going to get a lot, it was just a trip out to get a couple of treats. The first aisle we went into was of course the candy aisle. We picked up around four bags of candy, which consisted of Maltesers, Milky Way Buttons, Milky Way Magic Stars, and a Chocolate Aero candy bar. We then started to walk toward the exit, and the first thing I spotted was how instead of a slight drizzle it was now a complete downpour. Quickly we trudged to the car in our soggy shoes. There was no time to waste, so we hopped back in and drove off down the road. Another thing about the streets is how bushes like to grow in the ditches, which causes the water to go into the street instead of in the ditch. So that means the streets are mostly flooded with water once it rains. My Grandmother and I were slowly approaching an intersection. But on the other side of the intersection, there was a very sharp curve, a sharp curve of which people usually skid on in the rain. So when a very fast oncoming car approached the intersection they did not end up stopping, instead, they continued to skid right past our front bumper by at the very least a couple of inches. My Grandmother and I, as well as the people in the car, made it out very safe, but the car on the other hand did not. 

My Mom, Grandmother, and Aunt all surprised me on a weekend trip to London. The first day we were there was the best day. We arrived early morning so we could have the whole day to explore. It was hot and humid, but still raining. Because it was so humid, the rain felt like it was sticking to your skin as it was pouring down. A sensation like when you have cotton candy-coated on your fingers. We visited anywhere you could imagine, the London Eye, the London Bridge, Oxford Street, we went to a Mamma Mia Musical and then got many sausage rolls. One of my best memories about London was the Underground. After being in the hot humid sticky rain, every once in a while you would go down to the underground which would take you to your next destination. It was nice to take a break from the rain but still be comforted by the sound of it.  We caught the train back home and as I looked out the window, I could see rain drizzling down it. The perfect way to end a perfect trip.

Almost all of my memories of my hometown have in some way entwined rain into the plot. If I was inside somwhere part of my memory remembers seeing rain drizzling down the windows, if I was outside I can remember seeing the rain hit the streets and even if I was underground I can remember hearing how the rain bounced onto the streets. Rain has always had a special place in my memory and I think it always will.