Its so true. I enjoy rain, and usually dont get bugged by it, even when most ppl around me aer cribbing. Not even when im not left with clothes to wear, not even when plans get foiled.
That ppl here palpitate at the sight of a rain lasting a few hours takes me bby surprise and I never lode an opportunity to tell them how we used to walk through rain and knee deep water to go to college on a regular basis...because the rainage system could not cope with so many cms of rain, so soon....and still crib about the municipal corporation. Anyway, read one. Maya Talisman has written more, for me.
"It's cyclone season here in Mazatlan, and the rains, they have been a comin' down. I am grateful that we have not had torrential rains and flooding as in other areas of Mexico. I welcome these showers with open arms. It feels like home--except that it is warm enough to wear a sleeveless dress and sandals while dancing in the puddles.
My grandmother used to use the ex-pression 'right as rain' to refer to someone who was feeling fine, so I grew up believing that rain was a good thing. I never let it stop me from doing the things I wanted to do. After all, I lived in Oregon, a place quite proud of its rainy reputation--you could even buy t-shirts that said things like 'People in Oregon don't tan--they rust.' Sure, we had a lot of rain, but that's why things were so gorgeously green.
Last week, Talya's classmates at Colegio 'El Pacifico' were an hour late for school. This is highly unusual, as they lock the gates at 7:30 a.m. and don't let in any students after that. But it seems that an exception is made when it rains.
You see, when it rains here, it pours, and the streets fill quickly. One morning, Tom actually carried Talya on his back across a couple of streets so as not to have her wading through the swirling brown water in her white knee socks and black Mary Janes. They were soaked and laughing, and this little exercise had more to do with being silly than actually helping. Rain does that to us.
Or, at least, it CAN. But as in most things, we tend to dwell on the negatives. We get used to thinking of rain as a nuisance, for example, instead of enjoying it and appreciating its value.
When Taeko (our oldest daughter) went off on her Rotary Exchange during her junior year in high school, she told us she wanted to go to a place that was the opposite of Oregon.
She ended up in Chile--but not the verdant wine-growing part. Not the gorgeous Patagonia-ish part. She was sent to Antofagasta, a city that is, curiously, on the beach but surrounded by desert. It is exceedingly dry, even breaking world records--they once went 14 years without any measurable rain.
One day, there was a mist. Literally, just an overcast day with a heavy bit of moisture that showed up on windshields. Everyone stayed inside with their sweaters on, excitedly talking about the mist. Kids stayed home from school. Taeko could barely believe it, remembering all those mornings she traipsed to school in the pouring rain or stood outside to watch a football game during a downpour.
It's all in our perspective, you see.
We can be 'right as rain', we can be thrilled about rain, or we can mutter about what a pain it all is.
I can't imagine that bars and restaurants alter their playlists according to the weather, but three times in the last three days I have walked past an outdoor eating area and heard Creedence Clearwater Revival's song, 'Who'll Stop The Rain'....
'Long as I remember the rain been comin’ down.
Clouds of myst’ry pourin’ confusion on the ground.
Good men through the ages, tryin’ to find the sun;
And I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll stop the rain.'
Do they always play it, or am I just noticing it now that I am walking through the rain and feeling its warmth on my face and shoulders?
Tune in to rain--whether it's falling on your head, being described in a novel you're reading, or being lamented in a song.
Take a look at your ideas about rain, and recall the memories you've had of happy rainy days or notable moments of rain-talk.
I looked up the phrase 'right as rain' and it seems that 'rain' is used because of the pleasing alliteration rather than any particularly powerful 'rightness' of precipitation. How disappointing. I like thinking that rain is right, or as it should be.
I am not talking about the horrendous storms that result in catastrophic flooding--I'm referring to regular rain that makes our shoes squeaky, our gardens lush. We can feel terribly fortunate to avoid the former, and quite lucky to receive the latter.
Look for the lucky, and you'll feel right as rain."