Misty Rain

Alright, so weather is weather. Que Sera, sera. Whatever will be will be. And to be honest, I like the rain. I like thunder storms and lightning and big heavy rains where the sky and the sun is blotted out by compete darkness. There's sort of a "The Day After Tomorrow" type feel to those type of storms that leave an impending feel of disaster and destruction that, for whatever reason, I enjoy. But this blog isn't about what I like. Someone Else has that covered. It's about what I don't like.

And what I don't like is misty rain. Like when it's still sunny out and there's that light, little kid sprinkler, kind of rain that feels like little pin pricks all over your face. It's got the sort of annoying quality that walking through a spider web, spider web, which I also don't like, has. That kind of rain isn't the type of precipitation that requires an umbrella. It doesn't even really require a jacket. It just requires that wherever your walking to, that you create that squinty eye, uncomfortable look of despair on your face and muster through it. My clothing ends up damp but not entirely wet unless I've been out in it for a good duration of time.

And it's in situations such as this misty rain dilemma that I'm speaking about that there's really no relief. I read the newspaper, but I never have one to shield my skin when I need it. There's no face mask that would keep this forcible damp onslaught off of me. So in turn, what I think I really don't like is the sense of helplessness. There's nothing I can do about it, except go indoors. But if going indoors was an option than I wouldn't be pissed off about walking in this aerated liquid mess. So just like a lot of the things that I don't like, I live with it and press on because there's not a God Damn thing I can do about it.