A couple of nights back, after leaving a cozy cocktail soiree, a couple of friends and I strolled umbrella-less down the street as rain fell. My two companions chatted about the day’s work and fretted about the rain; I looked to the sky, searched for the moon and smiled as raindrops fell upon my face like freshly ground pepper.
I can do without mud but I’ve always loved rain; perhaps that’s one of the reasons I can’t imagine trading my urban life for a rural one. The concrete jungle threatens many things but it rarely threatens to muddy my shoes with impunity. Plus, there’s something about the sound of rain colliding with paved streets that tickles me.
Anyway, rain almost always reminds me of one of my favourite songs. This night was no different. And as David, Eddie, Melvin, Otis and Paul (better known as The Temptations) might say: I do wish it would rain.