I Love the Rain

When I first moved to the US I must admit that I was a bit shocked to find that no one danced in the rain. Were they serious? It was in the middle of a sweltering summer and buckets of pure joy was raining from beautiful grey skies with no one to enjoy it. Imagine my chagrin when I saw students racing by with their umbrellas and raincoats trying desperately not to get a drop of that liquid gold on their outfits. Now I must admit that I must have looked like an awesome fool, standing in the middle of campus with my arms outstretched, face to the sky and feet crashing into puddles as I spun around dizzyingly. (Later I would learn that with rain comes lighting and lightning can strike one dead where he stands but who cares really!)

In those moments when the sky opened I was desperately wishing that my father had moved to the states with me - Daddy is a man who scopes out the weather and can smell the rain hours ahead. With soap in hand, he usually runs out a second before it actually begins raining and we the children would join him to trek through deep puddles and get as drenched as we possibly could. So while I was thinking how much my folks would appreciate the weather, the Dean was being alerted to a madwoman on campus, my coach was foaming at his mouth beacause one of his top athletes was happily catching a cold and my Economics professor stood staring at me, mouth hung open in obvious shock.

Wet as I was I made it to class on time but was escorted out within seconds amidst the laughter of my classmates and the severe frown on an Accounting genius of a teacher who possesed nary a fun bone. I skipped and hopped and danced my way back to my dorm as happy as an uneaten clam and sat on the steps of the Administrative building enjoying nature at its best.

To this day people still look out for me when it rains because of course I never let a downpour go unappreciated. The weatherman is not always correct but when he is you can find me soaking up a good rain shower, oblivious to the hundreds of eyes staring at the obviously crazy girl whom they secretly envy. The thing is that most people would love to go dancing in the rain, they are usually scared however, that they may be looked upon unfavorably. That's life for you I guess. Me, I don't really care what people think. The rain makes me happy, it just does.

So next time you hear the tip tap tapping on your window pane look out and see what it is. If the heavens see it fit to bless us with something so beautiful, the least we can do is enjoy it a little.