On-Demand Fall
It was an icy, chilly autumn morning. A small, salty droplet of sweat rolled down my cheek. My dark, smooth hair was covered in tiny droplets of rain, just like thin green grass covered in dew on a summer morning. I had been running around for a rock solid 45 minutes now, through the rough, challenging rain. I had been chasing the ball for the whole time, trying to prove to the team of my eligibility for the position I liked, to my demanding team, and coach, and pull my own weight, not depending on others. The weather was not on our side that particular day, and the harsh, challenging rain drenched us in rain, making us soaking wet. The forecast had predicted a slight drizzle, and I had not been prepared for this harsh autumn rain. I had not brought a poncho, or even an umbrella. The court had also been absolutely soaked in wet rain, and I was practically dragging my feet through the field. “Splish, splosh. Splish, splosh.” The team was originally leading by 2 cheeky...