Just Get Wet

I had to walk home tonight in the pouring rain, the kind that makes you feel like you're taking a shower. The streets were empty, with everyone running from point A to point B to avoid getting wet. Not having my umbrella with me, I was initially inclined to do the same. But then I realized, there was no way to avoid getting wet seeing as I had a ten minute walk ahead of me. So why not just enjoy it? So, with my boy short hair not really caring about getting wet, my feet protected by my 14-hole teal Doc Martens, and the new Belle & Sebastian album playing on my iPod (specifically "The Blues Are Still Blue" and "Dress Up In You"), I decided to JUST GET WET. And it was gorgeous. I stomped with two feet into every puddle that crossed my path, I looked up at the sky and let my face get hit with rain, I ran my fingers through my soaking hair, and I let everyone else trying to escape the inevitable run past me. And I must say, it was the most therapeutic experience I have had in ages. You always see it in movies and commericals and music videos, and in your mind it is just such a cliché - the whole "singing in the rain" thing. But I gotta tell you, it was just brilliant! There is something oddly liberating about it. Granted I wasn't literally singing...but in a stange way with every puddle I jumped into, the happier I felt. By the time I reached my front door I had such a big smile on my face I'm sure the people running past me thought I was insane. Sure, I couldn't hang my jacket on my coat stand because it was soaked through and I didn't want to get my other jackets wet, but my Docs did their job and kept my feet dry and with a quick towel rub to my short hair I was warm and snug inside my heated flat.

The moral of this story is:
Pouring rain + Great music on iPod =
Beautiful London Moment.