I’m ooking in the rain, just ooking in the rain.
When I first came to live in Indiana during college, I first encountered a “summer shower” and realized that the rain I grew up with didn’t really count as “real rain.” I learned why windshield wipers have more than one speed and why some people carry SCUBA gear in their cars during the summer. Just like people in Indiana have no idea what real traffic is, or real fog, as someone raised in Southern California, real rain was a new experience. What I still enjoy is driving along and actually watching the line of rain approaching. That wall of grey the moves closer and closer… giving me time to prepare for the drenching.
