I’m the type of person who loves to see anything other than steamy stickiness in the forecast. I love rain. OK, I did blog about being sick of snow. And, I’d complain with the rest of you if it rained for 40 days and nights, but I find the rain romantic. I love cuddling up at home in my college hoodie while sipping cocoa and listening to music in the evening.
Some of my best writing and guiltless reading happens with a rain as the backdrop.
It’s been raining like crazy this week. On Monday, some friends and I got caught in the rain. Despite our umbrellas, we were soaked. We had to wade through a puddle to get where we were going. Did that stop us from smiling or having a drink together? Nope. Though it did feel so good to go home, take a shower and put on warm, dry clothes. Today, my feet got soaked on the way home from the gym. That’s not pleasant. It’s not awesome when I get soaked on the way to work and have to wait for the bottoms of my pant legs to dry. But I so look forward to the rain breaking the humidity, washing away the allergens and cleaning the city.
That said, I know rain gear is seriously limited. Umbrellas only work if there is no wind. Wind means the rain is either coming down sideways and/or blowing your umbrella inside out. Rain jackets are my preferred armor, but they have their own limitations. The good ones from REI have hoods that stay put and are actually waterproof, but they look like hiking clothes. Rain coats don’t protect feet or legs. For that you need to wear rain boots and bring a pair of shoes to change into. But the biggest problem I have with the rain is my bag getting wet. I don’t want my wallet, phone, Spanish homework and whatever else I’m carrying getting wet.
The rain does ruin hairstyles. I’m a curly girl from Seattle. I know about frizz. I find that gym hairstyles stand up to the rain. You just have to get creative with twists, braids and ponytails.
But for the most part, rain is A-OK with me – especially when I have no where I have to be.