I love all the things that go with the rain—the smell in the air, the little droplets hanging on for dear life, how they sparkle in the light and the way colors appear bolder.
I snapped a few shots hoping to catch something magic with the rain. All these little plants don’t need umbrellas and I’m sure welcome the rain.
When I was little, I couldn’t stand when you made me take an umbrella to school. I don’t know why that felt so embarrassing. As soon as I thought I was out of your sight, I’d close up the umbrella and just carry it. Carrying an umbrella was just as embarrassing. Looking back, it seems really stupid. Why would it be embarrassing to carry an umbrella or to even use one when it’s raining? Someone must have made fun of me at some point for me to have such a strong feeling of not wanting to use an umbrella. Or maybe I had to use one of those umbrellas that looked like it got into a fight with the Umbrella Monster and one little wind turned it inside out. Or maybe it was an Old Lady-looking umbrella and all the other kids had I’m Cool-looking umbrellas. Or maybe I just liked the raindrops falling on my head. But that doesn’t mean… uh, yeah, I don’t know the words to the song. It's supposed to rain today, enjoy.
I hate umbrellas. I can't stand walking around with them either. I refuse. I don't know why. I've never been made fun of or not had a cool umbrella, I think I just hate carrying them. I love the rain.
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