A few days ago my friend here was telling me how much they hated the rain. Growing up I was never a fan, but these days when people say that I always think of the quote, “Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain.”Cause I really do think we grow up disliking rain because it means we can’t do certain things, but never take advantage of the things you can only do in the rain. Though there are plenty of applications for such thinking, today I just have a story: Yesterday I went into town to pick up my camera, which I finally got fixed (yay!), and then out to enjoy a free piano concert with my friend Shirley. While inside some stores, it started raining. My first clue that it might be really bad outside was when, while on the 3rd floor of a shop, someone opened a door to what was an exterior stairwell to discover it had turned into a waterfall. That still didn’t prepare Shirley and I for what was waiting down in the street for us – a few city blocks had become a shallow lake, stopping traffic in all directions and forcing everyone to the dry strips of raised sidewalk, and we were on the island in the middle. There were hundreds of people trying to stay on the sidewalk, mere inches above the water line, while everyone was also trying to move in one direction or another. It was as bad as being front and center at Edgefest. Of course we needed to get off our little island, so we fought through the crowds and at each road crossing, pants rolled above my knees (though in the end that wasn’t enough to keep them dry), with Shirley on my back holding my phone, shoes, and camera up out of the water and an umbrella over our heads, I waded through the filthy water to get us to a hot meal, a piano concert, and then home.
And I just kept thinking, with a smile on my face, that you don’t get to do this with an abundance of sunshine.
(Sorry for the bluriness, it was darker than it looks here, makes it hard to focus)
