Rain

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter. ” uh-oh,” Lance said,” Mom doesn’t have an umbrella.” We were racing out of the about to be “Zilker Park Lake” just after Kings of Leon had finished playing at Austin City Limits, when we remembered that we should pick up my mom before we got back on the shuttle. By now people were pouring out of the gates while the rain picked up into a downpour, turning dirt into mud, puddles into ponds and everyone else into an irritated, soggy mob. The next few hours went by fast, but I specifically remember the outraged cry from my brother the next morning when he was informed that the third day of ACL was cancelled.

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