By Louis Sigaud

My name is Amelia Wood. I am thirty-eight years old, I wait tables for a living, and I hate the rain. 

Many people think it’s weird to hate the rain. Those people have clearly never been without a car. My commute forces me to walk on the shoulder of a busy road, and the cars almost always splash me as they pass. That means that I arrive at work wet at the very least, and sometimes soaked if a big truck or bus passes me. When that happens I get yelled at by Matt, the owner and manager of The Scarlet Peacock in Lewiston, where I work.