We are a select few. We meet only when it rains, wearing our brightly coloured rain-slickers and rubber boots. We say things like “it’s liquid sunshine!” as we watch the rain fall. We purposely stand in in a downpour to wait for the bus. We smile more than most while soaking wet. In short, we’re annoying.
Most of us have a stash of umbrellas in various sizes, some built for two, and a lovely stand to put them in, right by the door. We splash through the puddles of life like children. We can often be found, wet from the knees down after walking home from the store, and soaked to the skin on a warm summer’s eve catching raindrops on our tongue in the backyard.
We make big vats of soup and steam up the kitchen as we watch the drops hit the panes of glass. Perhaps this is our saving grace, to those around us who loath the dull grey skies and squeaky windshield wipers, because soup makes everything better… even a cold, wet day.
From the slice of life file, for my fellow lovers of precipitation in it’s liquid form.