This past Friday I decided to walk in the rain without an umbrella and enjoyed it even when it turned into a mini-storm. I worried about being struck by lightning but reasoned that the risks were the same as if I was walking back with an umbrella overhead. It’s been a while since I last enjoyed being in a storm..
I remember loving the rain as a teenager. If we were in the middle of a Captain’s Ball game and it poured, we wouldn’t stop for the rain. It was funnier coz people would slip and fall and we would end up on the floor laughing hysterically. Lots of freedom coz there were no parents to tell us we would get sick or worry us about getting struck by lightning.
Then there was that insufferably hot night at a worship gathering in Bangkok. In the midst of it, it had started to storm. Everyone went in and the shutters went down. Everyone but Anne (An-ner in Norwegian) and me. We didn’t know each other but had independently prayed for rain and weren’t going to let it go by without enjoying it. Lots of fun coz no one saw us. Except for one little girl living down the street, whom neither of us knew. She came and joined our rain dance. Sometimes I wonder if children are able to sense what is good.. :)
It’s been 10 years since I was last out enjoying the storm.. I wonder if it’s significant.