Scurry in the Rain Memory

A flash of pilots scurrying about an airfield. Overcast day, it may have been raining. There are puddles of water on the ground. The buildings are wood and are bleached from weather and age. It feels like confusion and excitement. It is starting to rain lightly, but some of us have already suited up. The mechanics have pulled some of the planes out. I feel like we would normally be grounded but for some reason we plan to go up anyway.

I am not suited up for flight. I watch some planes bounce slightly across the field as they gain speed for take off. I have a sick feeling in my throat as I watch them. The rain comes down even more and I am getting soaked. I think someone comes up to me. I think they gave me a coat. I'm still watching the planes take off. The machines disappear shortly after they take off! The visibility is not good enough to be flying. I am concerned. I stand on the edge of the field feeling the cool fresh rain on my face. The planes simply disappear.

I hope they are able to climb above the storm. I don't know how long I stood there. I don't like them going up in this weather. I am worried about them. I want to be alone. I don't want anyone bothering me. I finally turn around. The excitement has calmed down. The mechanics and staff have gone inside. There is someone still standing outside. They are watching me. He is about 50 feet away. Just standing with hat and coat on in the rain. I guess he is probably concerned about me.