Rain, Rain Go Away?

Rainy day. Wonderfull...o great. Not really. Well, that's what I initially thought with about a mile to go by foot. Then I got to thinking...what is it that's so bad about rain? Of course it's inconvenient, it get's you wet, and the sky looks gloomy, but I take it for something more. I realized that there weren't many people walking around on the sidewalks, and I think I only passed by a few. They looked miserable. Then I thought about how I felt, and realized I wasn't, actually, I enjoyed the walk in the rain. Even though, the holes in my shoes allowed the water from the dirty city ground to seep in, and my pants were soaked from the bursts of rain from the side, somehow I found joy in it. I guess it was a feeling of living--of all the little things. The cold wet raindrops that find its way on your skin, the way the air smells, the way all the leaves look glossy and more saturated. Occasionally, a gust of wind would turn my umbrella inside out. Instead of getting annoyed, I just grinned and laughed at the situation as my umbrella was feeling the tension as I tried to angle it against the wind so 1) I wouldn't get attacked by the rain, and 2) my umbrella can stay intact. Oh, and it was quite humorous when the umbrella turned itself inside out as I crossed an intersection while cars were stopped at a red light. Just laugh it off and keep walking.