Imagine a young woman...yes, 34 is still young!...who knows full well it has been raining and flooding every day for the past 6 weeks...and this young woman leaves the house (ok, nice 3rd floor apartment on the edge of ghetto-ville because she refuses to pay $1,800 for a one bedroom across the highway) without her simple little black umbrella.
Imagine this young lady running errands on the first dreary Monday of her vacation week. Imagine her listening to Wicked in her Honda Element's CD player as the rain falls in a torrential dance from the sky and washes up over the street curbs because the storm drains are not able to sweep it away quickly enough. Imagine her delight at knowing her seats and floors are waterproof and her 4 wheel drive will keep her safe.
Now...imagine this young woman needing to run one more errand...to the grocery store...and deciding that she is young enough and quick enough to dodge the raindrops. Now imagine the looks she received from the people huddled near the grocery store entrance when she approached them with a sopping wet head, shirt, and jeans.
And lastly...imagine her not really caring, because after all, it is her vacation, and what those huddlers haven't yet learned is that young women glow when touched by raindrops.
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So do youngish men. I think I told you that last winter, I walked to the mall in the pouring rain and then just to prove my point, jumped in a puddle. It was the happiest day of the holiday season for me.
and imagine the delight of the dirty old men when they saw the young woman in that wet shirt. :)
I love walking in the rain, and will even sit on the steps or on the deck if it's not raining hard. I think it's a nice feeling and you can hardly beat the fresh smell of rain...
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