Love and hate for rain.

You are on the streets, enjoying life with what you can. Health, liberty to travel as far as your feet or limited funds will allow, decent health, and friendship. Material items are all but void, leaving you with a pair or two of clothes, a backpack, maybe a tent or a blanket if available.

You have heard talk about the possibility of rain, this excites you as its a break from the hot sun, that already burnt your skin all summer. At the same time you hope its not at night, knowing that you sleep with no ceiling. All of a sudden, everyone's life line phone goes off, warning that the rumored storm is minutes away. Your choices is under a bridge, under a building Ramada, or maybe a buddy's house.

The bridge may turn into a waterfall, the Ramada may lead to a trespassing charge, the buddy works for a living and may not be home or may have company. You got minutes.

The rain comes it fees cool on your skin, the air is refreshed , easier to breathe now that the smog is removed. You got a natural shower, the universe has you taken care of. The wetter you get, the more uncomfortable. Feeling soggy, cold and no way to stop it, your blankets are a wet sponge, mosquito arrive out of nowhere. Humid you feel, you ty to slumber, but water travels across your face, the rain drops fall in your ear.

Maybe you risked the Ramada you are dry, but you don't know for how long, you see bike cops on the horizon, a good paranoia comes across your mind, and your nerves are on alert. Worse case scenario, you got a way out of the rain, a nice walk back to the area you stay in, court dates and community service. They come over they start casual conversation, they joke a little, then they ask if they can see your id. They ask if you got warrants, that ask what you are doing here. You are sure whether telling them you are trying to sleep and if can leave you be, will go over well.

No matter the choice you make, the next day the people who work in the area don't notice, how you have changed, they do notice they see alot less people.Your stuff is still soaked, its not warm enough to hang dry, you now have to consider, whether to start finding new gear or risk, mold, mildew ,etc. Is this the safety net in place, that america has to make sure, all of its people are secure? 

A friend of mine named Robert, believes most people are truly educated on why homeless live and do the things they do. He is in the process of putting together a leaflet that can be handed out, giving answers to the top 11 questions homeless persons get. 

In a place where we spend billions of dollars on infrastructure, shouldn't the least of us be able to have access to shelter?