The Rain

During my chat with a certain female individual several days ago, she told me how she loves rain. Apparently it is her custom to take a stroll outside whenever it rains. She furthermore told me that she loved the way each drop of rain falls over her body. Then, she said that she felt liberated. Although i failed to recognise the corelation between being wet and liberated i kept my fingers tied. To each his own. However, if somehow that is the case then it would be much easier for Ceylon's Eelam Tamil, Philipines' MNLF and Palestinian PLO to quit making bombs, simply drop their weapons, soak themselves in the rain and have themselves liberated.

Call me dull and insensitive but to me rain is nothing more than heaven's way to remind us that they too can be annoying sometimes. You are on your way to a very important meeting, you have spent the entire morning preparing the papers and selecting what tie to wear. As you walk merrily under the dubious grey sky, little drops of heaven begin pouring in. An individual drop here and there at first. Seconds later it begins its full scale assault, leaving no dry spot unwetted. Now what are your options? Running and scrambling for shelter? Even if it so happen that you brought an umbrella with you, you cannot avoid not getting wet. Speaking of umbrellas, here's a good argument. If human being was destined to actually enjoy rain, they wouldn't have invented umbrellas and raincoats in the first place. Or roofs, for that matter.

Thus, what i have come to realize is that what mankind actually enjoy is being OUT of rain's way. Rain is simply a breathtaking spectacle when you watch it from the warmth and comfort for your room with a mug of hot cappucino in hand. Rains makes heavenly music on your roof as you snuggle under your blanket.

However, if you'd rather be out there feeling heaven's poor sense of humor firsthand, be my guess. Soak thyself and be liberated!