The rain came without warning, and my mascara ran like a black river down my cheeks. I didn't have an umbrella or a tissue handy to cover up the hideous look that I portrayed. Here I stood with matted hair, drenched to the bone, standing on the street as cars whizzed past me. The fact that no one stopped didn't seem to bother me. I splashed around and made the most of this unexpected twist that had come by and turned around my perfectly planned day into my most liberating memory.