The walk home today started off well enough.
It was raining good-naturedly and I was clad in my impermeable purple coat.
Rain, lovely rain!
I tromped happily through a few puddles before noticing a slight wetness seeping into my socks.
Ah, doesn’t bother me!
I decided not to take the bus home, and chuckled at the amorphous hunchback blobs trudging to the bus shelter.
But, one-fifth of the way through my walk, I started to resent the rain.
I saw a few runners who appeared very Zen and I couldn’t help but glare at them from under my dripping hood.
My socks were steadily absorbing water and the puddles around me were beginning to resemble a replica of Lake Ontario.
Coursing rivers had taken over the asphalt.
To distract myself, I created a song about the wonders of rain.
Rain, it feeds our crops!
Now, I know there are many uses for rainwater, but this was literally the only one I could recall.
You water those plants, rain!
My jeans were sopping, clinging to my thighs like an unwanted guy dancing too close at the club.
My cute boots were chafing my toes through the thin layer of sodden sock.
My cute boots were not waterproof and not so cute anymore,
Once they were mud-colored instead of white.
Okay, now, that’s enough, I said sternly to the sky.
It didn’t listen.
Thanks to osmosis and gravity, I now could feel frigid wet stripes running from my torso to ankle down each leg.
Come ON, rain! Knock it off.
Bloated worms were swept down the sidewalk. I was witnessing death.
Three-fifths of the way home, I began thanking God.
I do not believe in God, but I thanked it anyway.
I also didn’t want to admit I was talking to myself again.
Hey God, I’m so glad I have a house to go back to.
I couldn’t wait to strip off my soggy layers, brew a cup of tea, and turn on the space heater.
I’m sure all this water serves a purpose.
As usual, there was no reply.
I had many deep thoughts during this walk.
For example, I pondered crop growth factors. For another example, I contemplated earthworm mortality rates. I fantasized about Hawaii, where I hear the rain falls warm.
After twenty minutes, I was thoroughly drenched, but I had reached the final stage: acceptance.
A change of heart came over me as I reached my driveway. I kicked up my heels, frolicked in the showers, and twirled my way to the back door.
Once inside, I gazed out longingly.
Then I said, Oh, I just love the rain.