Rainy Day People

I have many reasons to love the rain, but perhaps one of the most unusual is that I am more likely to meet new friends on rainy days.

Ever since the day my father introduced me to the music of Gordon Lightfoot, I have identified with the song "Rainy Day People."  It was not until I left my tiny private high school for a public college, however, that I realized just how accurate the lyrics of that particular track really were.  I quickly came to understand that there is a special group of people, typically camouflaged among the "normal" population, who are revealed, as if by magic, when the first sprinkles fall from the sky.

I have always loved rain. It brings a sort of blessed otherworldliness to this mortal realm.  Everything appears more beautiful through a silver curtain of rain.  Colors somehow seem both brighter and gentler.  The air grows refreshingly cool and is sweetly scented by the breath of the storm.  Little raindrops tickle and caress the skin as they fall, giving the same invigorating, fresh life to the body as they do to the earth.  Rain music whispers and tinkles in an endless, relaxing symphony that enlivens childlike Imagination even as it sings stern Matron Conscious to sleep.

Many, many times, I have sat on campus between classes enjoying a rainstorm, and it has never ceased to amazed me how many of my fellow students run for cover as soon as the first drops fall.  I admit that I have scoffed, wondering if some of these people have seen the Wizard of Oz a few too many times.  Nonetheless, I swiftly discovered, during one of the first such occasions, that their absence was another beautiful advantage of a rainy day.  The campus became tranquil and calm as all of the giggling freshmen girls, cocky boys, and obnoxious attention-seekers fled the perilous rain for the safety of hallways and student lounges.  Only a few people remained outside, basking in the peacefulness.

I am, as readers have likely guessed, not exactly a social butterfly.  I'm not entirely antisocial, and I interact very well when the occasions calls for it, but I do not share the need many people seem to have to converse with any- and everyone I happen to be near.  I enjoy good, intelligent conversations, but I also see nothing wrong with comfortable, companionable silence.  It will probably come as no surprise, therefore, that one these peaceful rainy days I was in no hurry to disturb the silence by bantering with my fellow stragglers.

That, however, always changed.  There was always something that either drew me to a nearby fellow, or else drew them to me.  It might be the book one of us was reading, or a faerie drawn on a folder, or the fact that we realized we had both been happily and busily writing in notebooks.  Inevitably, we would begin chatting and discover that we were both artistic, intuitive, open-minded, intelligent dreamers.

I soon developed a theory: there is a certain, relatively rare personality type that, for one reason or other, is prone to enjoying rain.  My theory gained credence, at least in my own mind, when I brought up the subject of Jungian psychology to newly-discovered rainy day friends.  Of the three I mentioned the subject to, two had taken a Jungian personality test, and both were Healer-Questors (INFP personality types) just like me.

I suppose there really is such a thing as Rainy Day People!

This is not to say that all of my friends like rain storms, nor does it necessarily mean that everyone who likes rain has an INFP personality.  There simply seems to be a much higher concentration of truly cool people outside on rainy days.  Rain serves almost like a filter, straining out ninety percent of a population and leaving behind only the ones with big hearts, creative brains, and dream-filled eyes.  It is considerably easier for people of that sort-- Rainy Day People-- to find one another when the sky turns grey.

So, I still love the rain for its peacefulness, its beautiful symphony, and the silvery faerie-veil it casts over the world.  Now, however, I have a new reason to feel a thrill of delight when I hear a raining forecast:  I know I may find a new friend.
WildMagic WildMagic
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7 Responses Jul 22, 2010

What a beautiful and accurate desc<x>ription!

Up high on a hill, at dusk, the storm blows in and I watch in awe multiple lightning forks. Thunder reverberates over tattoo of hail on the caravan roof. Nature at her most spectacular.

That's true, and working in a pleasant, gentle rain is very nice... especially in the Summer when it cools everything off. However, when you are trying to work in a heavy, bitter storm, with uncomfortably close lightning, booming thunder, and pelting rain that soaks you thoroughly and drenches your clothes until they become heavy and coarse, it's not nearly as nice. I love thunderstorms, and I love sitting on the porch and watching them blow in, but I don't like working in them.

have to disagree with the last statement...i have a garden, and a heavy rain is perfect for weeding the garden. the weeds come up very easily, the dirt washes right off of the roots, my toes wiggle in the mud, and i get all soaked...what could be better?

I can certainly understand that... Though sometimes, in the heat of summer, a little afternoon shower is the perfect thing to cool things off. It's not so grand if it storms for hours while one is working outdoors, though.

I like the rain too, but I hate working in it.

If you get lonely, all you really need<br />
is that rainy day love<br />
Rainy day people all know there's no sorrow<br />
they can't rise above<br />
Rainy day lovers don't love any others<br />
that would not be kind<br />
Rainy day people all know how it hangs<br />
on a piece of mind