I just got back from a 110 mile round trip drive in the rain.
I love driving in the rain.
I hate driving around other people in the rain.
It’s really amazing what a little bit of water can do to people’s ability to drive–or even live. For reference, I live in Southern California, where it does not rain that much. And when it does, it turns on the idiot switch. When it comes to driving, people either drive really slow or really fast. I find very little in between. And either way, everyone wants to be in the fast lane, but especially the slow ones. I don’t know how rain signals “drive 20 miles an hour in the fast lane,” but I am thinking of lowering my intelligence to see if I can get these magic signs or radio signals or whatever they are.
It is also funny to watch people try to avoid getting wet. Yeah, getting soaked to the bone sucks. However, that hardly happens here. We mainly get light to heavy drizzles.
Oh no! We’re only mainly made up of water–but don’t get any of it on you! You might melt!
COME ON! It’s only water. It is not going to hurt you. I’m not against covering up. I’m against people standing under awnings not moving to go to their car because it’s raining. Or people running like the fires of hell are on their step.
Perhaps if people appreciated the world they live in a little bit, they could appreciate the pleasure of a little rain.