After yesterday's rainy "Blue Monday", another day of gray weather battled me on my way to school. Since I sadly lost my umbrella, each trip outside has proved to be an uncomfortable undertaking. And I'm not the only one suffering. Matching my own gray mood, everyone at my bus stop came prepared with grumbles and stomps today. When our haven of shelter and warmth was delayed and then forced to pass by without hesitation, as it was completely full to capacity, I thought a riot would ensue. When it happened a second time we all seemed a tad closer to ultimate despair and ready to drown in the downpour.
Third time's a charm though, so my already soaked shoes and I boarded that bus and traveled to school. When I saw my kids (decked out in elaborate rain jackets, umbrellas, and boots that made me wonder if I could still pull off alligator or princess rain gear) they each graced me with a grin. I immediately wondered: how do these kids remain so cheerful in this weather? What is the secret?
So I asked. And a little boy said, "This rain ain't gonna get me down! I like to jump in puddles!" Okay. We're on to something here. While I, and the rest of the adult bus patrons, frown and do our best to avoid the rain, these kids are doing whatever they can to cover themselves in it. They're jumping right in and they're getting over it before it drags them down. To them, the rain is still a magical and fun adventure. And for whatever reason, just knowing that wonderment like that still exists, I found it much easier to trudge along to my next class. Puddles and all.
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