“When you can’t do something about it anymore, then bathe in the rain.”
The past few weeks have been total hell (figuratively and literally, I must say) for me and for the whole country as well. Talk about temperatures rising to about 39 degrees, not to mention tempers and urges flaring up to dance with the uber hot sunlight.
Summer was just around the corner, and now it’s fast pacing out of existence. Which is good, right? Well, I must say I am going to miss the heat, but baby do I love the rain!
A while ago I was busy walking our potholed and drilled street scavenging each nearby store for an internet card (since there’s temporary luxury of a modem c/o my brother). Lady Luck isn’t on my side and so I widened my scope and looked for a card in every possible store I could find.
The long walk led me to different alleyways and such, taking me more than a couple of minutes your fingers and toes could ever muster (tip: count!). Suddenly, I felt water touch my skin. And another. And another. And another. And I was on an open street with no roofings nor trees to run for cover. Yes, there is such a place. Rain has coveted me.
But instead of scolding my feet for not running fast enough, I walked lightly. I’m wet, anyway, so why not take the drench and bathe in the rain? Besides, I haven’t accomplished my mission yet, and it’s been years since I last bathed in the rain.
The feeling was very rewarding, as if being freed from a former imprisonment. I wished for all the water the clouds could ever hold to pour down on me, and cleanse me.
Bathe in the rain. When there’s nothing else left to do about it, bathe in the rain. Yeah… think hard about it.