No "Chance," It Just IS Raining

When other people plan to uproot their lives and move to another continent and hemisphere, I bet they do their research. Not I! I think that part of the adventure is having the every day aspects of life surprise you. If you wanted to know what life was going to be like exactly, you'd stay where you were. (And yes, I can see all the logical fallacies there. Welcome to my head.)

If you know me at all, you know I like when it rains. My latest reasoning for this is that Cancers are water signs. I therefore must have a cosmic connection to rain. Or... I have been duped by media and entertainment to believe that these are pensive, romantic times in life. Same thing. Even my adoration of the storm clouds is being challenged here. It constantly friggin' rains here. I am in the Pacific, and I am on a very weather-vulnerable island, but c'mon. I don't get the luxury of having the pretty rainforest flowers or rainforest scary animals, so why do I get the rain?

I did have the pleasure of getting a super dark red umbrella which also makes me feel brooding and different (just like everyone else who bought it from Kmart). I do get to read in front of huge windows protecting me from the downpour. There is nothing like drinking tea and listening to jazz when it's raining. But there's also nothing to replace walking to the post office, grocery store, class, or library without considering your clothes officially washed. Do we have a rainy season that I was not informed of? I guess they call that "winter" here.

I am sure it will grow on me because I do, in fact, like the rain. But if God and I could work out a plan that it would only be raining when I had to study, and only when I wasn't needing to be outside, or if the rain could always be warm... I'm sure we'll be able to work something.