Saturday, March 1, 2014

Rainy Days

It rained today.

Fine. For some of you, that may not be a big deal. But for Tucson, it's a big deal. It wasn't just a sprinkle, understand-it rained. Real, live, giant raindrops. It was great. But it got me thinking about life. I'm weird like that. I think a lot of people are weird like that.


Life is like a rainy day. Seriously, it is. You've got the monotony of day-to-day stuff (work, school, whatever) in the clouds and the drizzle. And sometimes bad things happen to you-that's the lightning and the high winds, the kind that blow your neighbor's tree down on your fence. (Yes. That happened once.) And then, now and again, really good stuff happens-that's the rainbow.

I guess the trick is to learn to dance in the rain. I don't dance. I can't dance. I look like a short, drunk, giraffe when I dance. But I like the rain anyway, so it's okay that I can't dance.

Wow. That was either absolutely awful or incredibly profound. Maybe I should get off the internet now...