Every time It rains, I witness a flurry of people fluster with uncontainable joy at the stormy wetness.  Yes. Every. Time. I don’t see how the poor driving conditions, the dampness inside my car, and the thunder raging outside keeping me up all night can bring so many people that high-school-goth-chick equivalence of serenity.

I don’t buy it.

It is a deluge of a delusion.

Kurt Cobain loved the rain, I bet he’s chilling in the afterlife with what’s left of his face going, boy I miss the rain in Seattle.  Now, I can appreciate that it cools things off here in the desert, briefly. And as the heat returns (as it always does) the humidity is absolutely awesome, right…? RIGHT? I can appreciate that there was a time, (and maybe there still is) that rain was a life sustaining godsend.  But if you are telling me that you are actually thinking of your local grocers produce department every time it rains.  Then I call shenanigans. I believe you are just thinking that it’s cool to be different, because you identify with the gray, melancholy rhythm of falling water.  And that everyone assumes you have such strong character because of it.

If you are going to find peace or strength of character in something.  Have some discipline and self respect by finding it in something you can control.  Not the weather.  It’s a cop out. Something you can blame for getting or not getting without having done any work for it.

Love rain for the change it brings to things you can not control.  Like the mosquitoes that breed in standing water, or the rust eating through structural integrity of your car.

-Keegan
07/21/2009

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