Beautiful Rain

It’s raining heavily right now. It’s funny how people react around here when it rains. They always seem caught by surprise, looking at the falling waters like something that shouldn’t be happening. “Have you seen how it rains?!”, they ask all the time.

The weather is almost always good and warmy in Portugal, except for Summer, when temperatures may rise to 40ºCelsius (100º Farenheit), especially in the eastern e southern lands.

Me, for example, I always forget the umbrella at home. It’s a really good umbrella, big and resistant, the kind that the strongest wind won’t be able to turn into pieces. It’s safeguarded in a remote place, somewhere in my apartment. I only think about it when it rains. And usually, when it rains, I’m nowhere near the said thing. I’m always caught by surprise.

So, when it rains, and I have to go outside, I run under the rain with my bag over my head, until I arrive wherever I have to go. Very practical.

But I love the rain. Rain is water, and water is life. I love the smell of wet earth and watered plants and trees. I love how it looks when everything (and everybody) in the streets is wet. I love watching people running around, trying to fight the liquid element. It makes me laugh. People walking their dogs. I’ve seen one, whose dog had a little  umbrella of its own, attatched to the leash. Head was dry, that’s right. The butt, totally wet. It made me laugh.

Rain is water, water is life, and life is  joy.