Okay, actually it’s not raining right now, but it was supposed to. We’ve all heard the saying “what’s the one job where you can be wrong everyday and not get fired… a weather man.” Well, that’s is 100% true. These people never seem to know what the hell they are talking about. When I lived in Montauk I never bothered listening to the weather forecast because it seemed pointless. The weather out there changes so quickly it’s ridiculous, I mean it’s a tiny strip of land sitting in the Atlantic Ocean, so severe weather is to be expected. Anyway, once I got to college the weather report wasn’t high on my list of priorities either since I just wandered across the street for class. It wasn’t until I was caught in the rain, without an umbrella, a few times sophomore year that I started glancing at the forecast before leaving my dorm. However, this frustrated me as well because carrying around an umbrella just to be greeted by sunshine all day is irritating.
I hate rain. I hate it for many reasons, one of those being that I never know what to where; I tried to be practical for a while, rain boots and all that, but it’s just not me. I want to wear whatever shoes I want to wear when I want to wear them, weather be damned. So I am often wandering around in shoes that get soaked and coats that don’t wick away water when there’s precipitation afoot. I probably look ridiculous, like one of those people I make fun of, but I refuse to allow the weather to limit my accessorizing. With that being said it can be pretty uncomfortable to have wet shoes, so when I’m in a particularly pragmatic mood I throw in the towel and break out my argyle rain boots.
Clearly, the Pacific Northwest is not a place I will be setting up house, because rain accessories are not things I intend to embrace. More than that, the sound of rain is really disruptive. Most people consider sounds like that, white noise so to speak, soothing, but not me. It keeps me awake, which is not a difficult thing to do, but whatever. So you see, the odds are stacked against rain. Sure it keeps us from having droughts, which is convenient, but still not enough to tip the scales.
Although, I do remember this one time when I was a kid and it was pouring out, well actually it was a hurricane (well we got a day off from school because there were hurricane warnings), and my friends and I decided to go outside. Clearly if there’s a hurricane, or anything like it, you should stay indoors, but being children with no sense of danger and a large sense of adventure we went outside. And we played in the rain for what seemed like forever. In actuality it was probably less than an hour, but it was such a blast, running around and being silly. I remember just standing still for a second, and letting the rain hit my face; it was one of the bizarre moments that you always remember, but you don’t really know why.
Let’s get serious though. Aside from the occasional transcendent moment, rain has nothing to offer me but soggy annoyed feelings. I’ll admit there is one this I love about rain, but, I’ve got to keep some things a mystery.