Day 39: Singin' in the Rain

Much to my chagrin, it's been raining cats and dogs these past few days.

I've never really been a fan of rainy days or nights. I can be a light sleeper, so the sound of rain against my window keeps me up sometimes. When I hear rain in the early morning hours, all I want to do is sleep in, which can be quite difficult on workdays. On rainy weekends, I typically stay in bed a little longer, and wind up on the couch with coffee and a book. Wearing my rain boots and bright yellow raincoat, I will reluctantly venture out into the rain to run errands. I've never been one to jump into puddles and splash around just for fun. Why? I don't like when my clothes get wet, and I dislike having my hair matted to my face.

So, yesterday, I decided to sing in the rain during my friend Tom's 30th birthday party. Dressed in their full rain gear, Connie acted as the videographer while I sang and danced on her boyfriend's deck, and Ginny used her iPhone to play the summer song that everyone loves (to hate) "Call Me Maybe." Tom was nowhere to be found for the live performance, but I showed my video to him afterwards, and he enjoyed it... well, he said he did. In my defense, I couldn't hear Ginny's iPhone... you'll just have to see for yourself. Anyway, I had a lot of fun for the three minutes I was outside: I  kicked, jumped, and danced on the slippery deck without hesitation; my bermuda shorts were wet for 5 minutes before drying off once I went back inside; and I used my ponytail holder to pull my damp hair back until it dried. In the words of Maya Angelou: If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain. Well, Maya, I just changed my attitude about the rain today.