D'you Know It's Raining?A while back, I was out shopping. When I called my ride to take me home, I learned that she was running late and I'd have to wait a while.
No problem. I parked on a bench outside the store to wait.
And then it started to rain. No problem! It was mid-summer, so both the air and rain were warm. I didn't hear any thunder, and while it was raining relatively hard, it wasn't pouring. So rather than go back inside and freeze in their excessive AC, I chose to stay put and enjoy the rain.
I got so many weird looks! People hurried in and out of the store, rushing to get out of the rain...and there I sat, smiling at the world and slowly getting soaked.
For all the odd looks I got, only one person spoke to me.
He was a young-ish man, gangly and awkward; sandy of hair and large of nose. He stopped directly in front of me and stood there, looking. I sat still, smiling back at him. After a long moment, he spoke. "D'you know it's raining?"
I wanted to laugh. I didn't. "Yes," I told him. "I like the rain."
He didn't seem to know what to do with that. He muttered an "oh" and hurried on his way.
I was amused. Eventually my ride arrived, and questioned my sanity for sitting in the rain like that.
I really didn't care. I'd enjoyed myself.
Plaid 31-35, F 0 Mar 8, 2012