It’s Raining, and No One is Snoring

Buckets of rain fell on my head. I didn’t avoid it. Hardly. I walked slow, slower still, so that beads of water dripped from my chin, my shoulders more soaked by the step. Why do people try to escape rain? They run. They stay inside. They buy raincoats. Galoshes. Umbrellas. As if there were something dangerous, something dirty, something unholy about getting wet...
Droplets from the sky are just water. In fact, we are mainly comprised of water.
Water cleanses. Water purifies. Water is God’s gift.
Why are humans festooned in all their regalia so afraid of rain?
I walked slower. Raindrops formed a crown on my head, the mist a halo.
The world around me is a blur. A tragic blur of not understanding. Forgetting. Oblivious.
I turned my face to the sky.