Feeling: Bemused
Listening to: Love Song For No One
Reading/Watching: watching old episodes of Charmed on Delilah's screen... mm, rainy days are cool.

What is it about rain?

We walk around in it, grumbling, shuffling, heads down, trying to avoid each other, as if we don't all suffer from the same problem.

So you're getting a bit wet. Whoop-de-doo. Last I checked, water dries.

I did the same thing today, because I forgot my umbrella, and it made me grumpy, squinting, taking my glasses off (because they do nothing for me when they're all speckled-y), keeping my face turned to my feet.

And with umbrellas, we're forced to stand a certain distance apart by necessity. It's like we're our own little microcosm, incapable of looking at or smiling with another human being.

I wish I was still young enough to put on my bathing suit and run around in it with my sister. This place has so many hills and potholes, there would be rivers and lakes everywhere to splash in.

I saw a cat ducked under an overhang, glaring resentfully at the drizzly world, and it made me giggle. We pretend we're so civilized and intelligent, but in inclement weather, we're all like drenched kitties, sulky and ridiculous.

The upside is, I get to come back inside, exchange my sticky jeans for a bathrobe and slippers, and make tea and popcorn. Not a bad trade. It's almost worth intentionally going out without an umbrella.

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