drippity drop, plinkity plonk

You know, a lot of his blog is composed of a lot of my fanciful observations. Kind of like those random things that just sort of hit you while you're driving down the street, or staring out the window, or whatever boring thing that has become a necessity in your life. Normally you don't really mention these inklings to anyone. Other people find them dull or silly or unworthy of any attention.

So instead of talking about them, I blog them. That way, you can just leave and stop listening to me without seeming rude. Otherwise you'd have to sit next to me and expose your ears to the way a prattle on and on about something that I'm working out in my head.

Well anyway, it has come to my attention that---
HOLY SCHAMOLY, IT'S RAINING OUTSIDE.

yes.
i will talk to you about rain.
like it's a thing to overreact about.
because in the desert, by golly we most certainly do overreact.

I know in normal places, it rains and you're all like: "aw snap, i can't do stuff i have to stay inside this is lame."
(I am not in a normal place.)
Here, on the other hand, this is what we do: "GOOD GRAVY, THERE IS WATER FALLING FROM THE HEAVENS...PEOPLE, THIS IS AMAZING. IT'S WATER. FROM THE SKY!"

True, we are bemused by this sort of precipitation, and gather what little joy we can from it. But you know what really cranks us up? When the rain lasts for more the fifteen minutes. Then it's like, a marked day in history or something.
And so it was yesterday, whilst I was walking down the slippery steps on the way to buy myself a teriyaki bowl (fyi, those steps are never not slippery...can't tell you how many times I've thought that I was going to topple off of them and break myself). Half of the kids were sort of just smiling up at the sky and darting around beneath the drizzle. The other half (mostly girls) were doggedly trotting to and fro with their backpacks, binders, or little teeny sweaters---no one actually wears real sweaters in September. Psh---over their heads. The "lunch line" (to borrow the phrase) was sheltered beneath a white washed tarp pop-up, and we all sort of crowded, backpack-to-backpack beneath the leaky canopy.

It's really fun because if you're clever, you can punch the tarp up from beneath and the innocent bystanders will get waterfalled if they're not paying attention.
Mheheh...devious me.

And so it finally hit us all that this shower wasn't slowing. In fact, if anything, the what-was drizzle was becoming an all-out downpour. Eventually, most of my peers evacuated to the great indoors (were the walls are painted with an unfortunate pallet of purple, red, and green), but I decided to embrace it all and weather out the storm.
Weird though, because even the canopies and coverings were soaked to the point of absolute wetness. Still, I danced and skipped along. Like any self-respecting person might. By an hour's time, I looked like I'd been forced to walk the plank.
Sponge-soppy and squishing along in my shoes, I made my way back to class. Oh, and someone had a hair dryer. That was also weird.
To be honest, it was really nice to be cold for once. After a while, one gets tired of perpetual sweat dripping down the backs of their necks. The only bad part was that I kept dripping on my handouts and homework.

I can think of very few reasons why I should tell you about these things. But I feel that it is important for you to realize just how wacky a day of rain and cloudy skies will make us. I say "us", because---yes indeed---there were a select group of people who accompanied me in my rain-dancing and who may have been (but only maybe) drenched-er than I.
Continuing on the subject, I must add that the streets were chock-full and flooded.. Cars in Phoenix stalling because of an excess of water on the roadways...what madness is this?!

And so I'm kind of in a good weather-related mood now. I like a change of cloud cover every once in a while, and stormy days are universally known to be those "cozy", "curl up and read" days.

So long live the people who raise there eyes to the skyline and smile as it falls into their faces. You can't grow without a little watering.

dancity dancing in the sprinkles

Kismint