14 year old me on rain

This week’s Revgal Friday Five is a series of questions about our friend … “Rain.” Rather than answer the questions, I thought I’d dig deep into my vaults and share the writings of 14 year old Susan Rose. This was written by me on November 27, 1986 (almost 20 years ago!) and foreshadows why I feel so at home in the rainy Pacific Northwest. …. Ahem:

“Rainy Days are the Best”

It was a cold and dreary day, the type of day that saddens most people. If one took the time to look through the streets of the city one would see people walking, their heads down, arms around themselves to keep out the cold, wind, and gloom. Occasionally one comes across a person whose head is up high, a determined look on their face. These people are trying not to let the wet and gloomy day lower their spirits. You can, however, tell by their faces that their attempt is unfruitful as the neutral expressions on their faces slowly become frowns.

If you look hard enough, you may find a person with a large grin on his or her face. Not a smile or a feeble attempt at one, but a large, ecstatic grin. This type of person is at his or her best in inclement weather. These people are wondrously happy if they receive a transfer to Seattle (or any location with incredible amounts of rainy weather).

The person who enjoys rain or other “depressing” forms of precipitation is usually glad to be alone. They are usually their own best friend. They enjoy taking themselves out to dinner or a movie. They know who they are and what they like. This type of person is unique, special, rare and can be found inside everyone.

There you have it folks … word of wisdom from a pre-blogger who was practicing for the PSATs and liked to use her big words. It’s amazing what you find when you sort through old papers and journals!

Happy Friday everyone. May the weather be to your liking. It’s looking like there might be a gentle mist in the offing here in Portland … perfect time for a solitary walk.