It's raining. It's been raining for almost two days now. I guess you notice it more when it hasn't rained in a long time. Out behind my house is a paved trail that runs for miles and miles through the woods. I'd like to be walking on that trail right now, enjoying this rainy afternoon, with someone's hand in mind. My wife's hand, perhaps, if she was a different person inside. I asked her. She's not interested. My daughter's hand, perhaps. She'd love to go. She could wear her rain poncho and her rain boots and bring her Winnie the Pooh umbrella. But my wife won't let her out in the rain. She might catch a cold. I could go by myself, I guess. I tell myself that maybe I'll meet someone on the trail. Or I could just imagine that I'm with someone special. It takes a special kind of person to enjoy the rain.
posted by Koochie Taster at 1:55 PM
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I'm sorry to hear that, KT. I can't believe someone our age still thinks a child can catch cold from being out in the rain. My X2B was actually going to take our five-year-old to a three-hour tailgate and then a four-hour football game in this rain today, until my parents asked to have him this weekend instead. I was only concerned that the boy wouldn't like being that wet for seven hours.
I think that if your heart is set against something, it stops mattering what the reasons are. I'm enjoying this weekend's weather myself (except when I have to drive on I-95 in it!). I hope you find that inner companionship you're looking for.
Thanks Kayten. The right kind of companionship makes all the difference, doesn't it?
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