What is it with people and rain?
It’s like the first sight of precipitation turns on the I’m-having-a-bad-day switch.
Professors apologize for the weather. Girls carry brilliantly colorful umbrellas as if to convince themselves it isn’t really all that bad. Somehow the bright smiley faces lose something, though, when the person carrying the umbrella hunches over her book bag, drags her feet through the puddles, and scowls as though it’s two minutes until a major exam and her roommate just stole her last Scantron.
Gotta admit… I find a kind of smug delight in everyone else’s rainy-day squirmy discomfort. It’s like I have a grand secret.
There’s nothing wrong with a rainy day.