I like pina coladas but NOT getting caught in the rain

Okay, Your Humble Narrator has had enough of talking in Nadsat for now. You know how some writers/comedians can sound either really cool or really annoying when they just throw snippets of some language into their lines? Well, after reading my last post, I sound like the latter! So no more Nadsat, for now...You sloochy?

Typical fall weather. I am running late to class, so I snatch my backpack, hurriedly toss my books into it, and run like hell to the psychology building where the class is. In my hurry, I have failed to bring my coat. Not that it matters, I've got on two shirts and a fleece, so it shouldn't be so bad...

After class, I am walking back with a friend who lives nearby, when ALL OF A SUDDEN it just DUMPS BUCKETS AND BUCKETS of SLANTY RAIN! You cannot escape because it's slanted and gets under everything! So needless to say, my three tops and pants and shoes were all drenched and soaked through. The friend I was walking with had on a black jacket, and by the time we got inside the union to try to wait out the rain, his coat looked all shiny like it was made of leather. The dye on his shirt had started to drip. My eyeshadow was running down my face like a midnight blue river of redemption. And since neither of us had an umbrella, we had our books and texts and everything in our backpacks dripping from the rain.

I can almost hear my mother now. She's always saying, "Make sure you bring a coat!"