The other day when I was walking home through the rain, thunder and lightening, I was quite paranoid (as I am) about getting struck by lightening, or abducted and not being heard over the raging thunder. I walked briskly - umbrella held close to my body, not wanting to be drenched by the end of my walk - occassionally glancing over my shoulder whilst thinking to myself "I like the rain" (by "rain" I meant the whole lot - thunder and lightening) over and over again.
Today when I was walking home through the rain, thunder and lightening, I held my umbrella loosely and had a sudden urge to not use it at all and dance in the rain. So I did just that. Well, I didn't dance. But I took down my umbrella, held it my side and walked on the road. It was very pleasant and refreshing I must say. It made me feel free. The thunder and lightening didn't freak me out much, and I was even wishing the rain would get heavier towards the end of my walk home. As it is, when you actually absurdly want the rain to get heavier, it doesn't - and when you don't want it to get any heavier so you can run to the car without your straightened hair going frizzy (or any frizzier than it already is), it does. Disappointed by this rule of life, I didn't want to go inside when I got home, I just wanted to sit on the curb of my street and listen to music or keep walking, perhaps through a nearby park. But I accepted the fact that I would have to go inside at some point and so I left the calm atmosphere that the rain created and became dry again.
Paradoxes are confusing.
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