It rained today. Well, that isn't unusual in itself, but I was reminded of why I like the rain so much, and also why I loathe it. I walked from work today to the MRT station in the rain. I had an umbrella, but everyone knows that these monsoon rains don't play in the little leagues.
Walking in the rain is like walking in your own private rain splattered, wind-whipped world, where you're ensconced in a small little place with the umbrella over your head and your jeans getting increasingly wet from ankle up. Rain is like a veil of silence. It cuts out the rest of the world because you can't hear anything except the sound of fat water droplets pounding on the thin water-proof layer that is all that's between you and a thorough drenching. You're alone with your own thoughts.
Which brings me to why I hate the rain. Leaving me alone with my own thoughts is a recipe for depression. Add being soaked from my feet to mid-thigh to the mix and you've got a girl on the edge of adding yet more moisture to the environment. On a cold day like this, I'd like nothing better than to curl up warm at home with someone to bring me soup and take care of me, but nope, I've got to fight wind and precipitation to get home, strip my wet clothes off, and while my legs are still cold and damp, fix my own lunch because food is marginally more comforting than a hot shower.
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