The Legend of Chin
When I was nine, I witnessed a strange event. I was in the car with my parents and it was raining like crazy. When we crossed the state line, the rain suddenly stopped. I gasped in equal parts fear and amazement. No one else in the car reacted. It was like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I craned my neck to see behind us, wondering if the rain stopped for everyone. It didn’t. It was a horrifying sight– the line where the rain ended and sunlight began. How could such opposites be so close to each other? More importantly, what did I do to deserve to be on this side?
Lately, I’ve been thinking maybe a part of me got left behind in the rain that year.
Photo Credit: rain windshield