I don't know what it is about rain, but I find it fascinating. I've always wanted to dash out in the middle of a storm (sans lightning) just, ya know, to do it. But there's always something else I just oh-my-god-have-to-do at that moment. Or I don't feel like getting my hair wet I just spent an hour drying it. Or, well, my new neighbors would have me committed.
This weekend, I finally made it happen. Okay, I didn't do anything, except go to a concert at an outdoor, uncovered amphitheatre on a day with a high forecast of rain, without an umbrella or a poncho, with the hubby, the lil' sis, and a couple of friends. And here's what I learned:
The Fray + nighttime illuminated by stage lights + 2 hours of nonstop rain + not giving a what about weather forecasts + a couple of overpriced cocktails = Sheer. Freakin'. Awesomeness.
There's something about tossing your head up at the sky and shouting "here comes the downpour" along with Isaac Slade and thousands of others (the half of us that didn't make the dumbest decision ever and bail out) that just screams, "This is life."
Far and away one of the greatest moments of my life. I'd live it over and over and over again if I could.