A Little Rain Never Hurt Anyone

The saying goes, April Showers Bring May Flowers. If that stands true, then I should be seeing flowers blooming through the cracks in the sidewalks from the amount of rain I've been sloshing through over the past couple of weeks. "Rain rain go away" has been on repeat in my head lately, as this gloom and doom weather doesn't seem to let up.

There are two types of people when it comes to weather. Whether you "like watching the puddles gather rain" or whether you would prefer to "let the sunshine in." You can tell the difference between these people right from when they wake up. Do they see the dark clouds in the sky and instantaneously plop right back onto the pillow and wish for the day to be over already? Or do they smile a little, get ready like any other day and release the full smile when they get to put on their rain boots and go splashing around?

Me? I'm of the curl right back into bed category. There's something about the rain that makes me feel groggy, crave only soup for my meals and dread the inevitable and unbearable traffic (auto or pedestrian) since people can't seem to function properly in inclement weather. I just want to ask people "have you ever seen the rain?" because it sure doesn't seem like they have from the way they forget how to go about their daily routine.

A few weekends ago I got caught in a downpour on my way home. Fortunately I was only three blocks from my apartment, but that was three blocks of looming misery for the person who disdains the rain. Now, "if all the raindrops were lemondrops and gumdrops" or if it was "raining men" I wouldn't have minded so much. But of course, no such luck. So, I decided to make a break for it and "run between the raindrops" to try to get inside as quickly as possible. About a block into my run, I was soaking wet. I knew at that point, I was going to be drenched no matter what.

I couldn't remember the last time I got caught in the rain and I just had to laugh at the moment. I think the last time I spent time in a downpour was when I was a kid at camp. A few times when it rained really hard we would get in our bathing suits and play in the rain. We would "splish splash" and even bring shampoo outside to "shower." It was just pure fun.

Being reminded of those times when I actually wanted it to rain, I embraced my lack of "umbrella" and let myself enjoy the weather again. There was absolutely nothing I could do to keep dry, so as "raindrops [kept] falling on my head" I strolled for two blocks, "singing in the rain."