To Dance in the Rain

I was making my way home in the rain today. As usual, I walked cautiously, keeping my eyes intently on the ground avoiding the water puddles. Much to my chagrin, I saw 3 young boys from a distance heading in my direction. They were chasing one another and kicking up the water from the big puddles.

“Oh crap. If the water gets onto me in their ‘fray’, I am so going to kill these boys.” I furrowed my brows at them and hoped for the best. Apparently, my intent to murder was written all over my face and it managed to stop one boy in his tracks, pre-empting his ‘attack’ on his friend.
I strode hastily past them and allowed them to continue their wet weather fun.

Behind me, laughter of merriment added much liveliness to the quiet neighbourhood. It made me feel like Scrooge in Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol”. On hindsight, I realized I am such an idiot.

The rain is lovely. It soothes our souls with raindrops from the heavens. It takes away the heat of the day and it refreshes the air. There is this coolness in every breath I inhale, the paths are deserted and it is indeed such a beautiful day. But what was I doing?

I was minding the puddles and clutching my pink Gucci bag as close to my body as possible for fear it may get too wet. I felt ridiculous there and then. In fact, it appeared awfully silly, now that I reflected upon my behaviour.

As I continued on my journey home, I remembered all the things I have deprived myself of:
1. I always carried an umbrella because I don’t like getting drenched in the rain.
2. I don’t play with cute animals nor dare to stroke their soft fur because I am afraid of the germs and bacteria that reside on their bodies.
3. I didn’t take a stroll barefooted on the white sandy beaches in Tasmania because I didn’t want to clean my feet after the walk.

Boy, am I a sad creature. I should learn to throw caution to the wind, enjoy the simple things in life and not care about inconsequential matters.