Rain

     Although you will probably never find me praying for rain or doing a rain dance, I don’t mind rain when it does happen.  It is kind of like the $hit in life that a person has no control over, it happens so it is best to deal with it instead of complain about it.  If I happen to be at a concert or an outdoor event, it is going to take a lot more than rain to force me to hang it up and go home.  However, a little thunder, lightning, and wind gusts strong enough to blow me back to start will send me packing.

     I am not one of these people that cart an umbrella everywhere I go in case I get caught in a down pour.  If it decides to rain, so be it.  I will rush through it.  A little rain never hurt anybody.  It is only water and most people voluntarily get wet in the shower.  They will willingly go swimming or run through the sprinkler.  G0d forbid a little rain falls from the heavens.  The same people will go into a panic and arm themselves with raingear and umbrellas or seek cover until the rain subsides.  It is not acid.  It is water.  I have places to go and have no desire to wait around.  I am more than willing to get wet and dash through the rain.

     Rain is actually rather invigorating.  I don’t care how old I get, getting wet makes me laugh.  It is fun.   If you get the crazy notion to run and become Miss Athletic, a little rain feels really good when you are all hot and sweaty.   When I was on the cross country team in high school we would always go out and run miles on end during practice.  One time I got stuck miles away from the school in a downpour.  You can bet I stepped it up a notch and ran a little faster that day.  The fact that I was running along side the road made little difference to the motorists speeding by.  They kept right on trucking full speed ahead splashing mud puddles all over me.  When I arrived back at the school I looked like a muddy drenched rat.  I wasn’t alone.  The whole team looked that way.  The only difference was the rest of the girls took time in the locker room to primp.  Stupid me, I raced headlong into the gym where the girls on the volleyball team were practicing.  They all stopped and stared at me like I was an alien from Mars.  I suppose I looked like an alien to those prissy girls who were to perfect to even sweat.

      Being out in a downpour adds to the adventure in life.  Sure you get wet, but that is the beauty of it.  Rain makes the flowers and the plants grow.  I love how when it rains the house becomes so dark that you can barely find you’re a$$ with both hands.  It is perfect weather to sleep in, or simply burrow in with a good book until the rain passes.  It often cools the earth after a hot, sultry day.  I can honestly say the only thing I really hate about rain is the mud and puddles that are left behind in the aftermath.  I hate high stepping over mud puddles.  I hate tip toeing through the mud.

         Rain is just part of life.  If folks are so willing to swim or jump in a lake, then I just don’t get why they have a problem getting wet when it rains.  They will dry, and life does go on.  Just let it rain until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.