10.13.2004
- I walked in the rain today. I was too hot from dancing, and it felt so good to cool off. After a while, I didn't even notice it, though...there was too much else to be seen. The perfect blonde, trying to run in her high heeled flip flops with her cell phone pressed tightly to her ear...the glowering man with his hood up and books pressed firmly to his chest, pounding angrily along, as if insulted that the rain could touch him...the smiling girl, calm and collected under her umbrella, also giggling at the blonde as her perfectly shaped derriere hit the slick cobblestones with a resounding ~SMACK~...the old janitor, shambling along, not even noticing the cold droplets covering him and broom...and me, clothes plastered to my body by the chilly wind, hair sopping wet and dripping in my eyes, face up, catching raindrops in my mouth and singing softly. I love the rain, I love watching people respond to the rain, I love being the person at annoys people when it rains, I love being the person everyone wants to be while I dance through the puddles and twirl through the wind, I love being the faerie that puts a smile on the unsmiling, uptight, scared of the world old man...the frowning, angry, insulted by everyone woman...the sad child who can't understand why her parents won't let her jump in the puddles...
I can't understand why so many people are afraid of the rain; they let it run their life, hiding from it, glowering when the least little cloud obscures "their" sun...