Today's strip is a sparkly, if damp, star atop a stack of pop culture sentiments endorsing walking/dancing/singing in the rain. Despite my best efforts, three times in my life I've been caught in the rain, halfway between here and there. Nothing for it but to keep on walking. Squelched in my front door like I'd jumped in a lake. A cold lake. Just couldn't rouse the impulse to sing.
Today's strip is a sparkly, if damp, star atop a stack of pop culture sentiments endorsing walking/dancing/singing in the rain. Despite my best efforts, three times in my life I've been caught in the rain, halfway between here and there. Nothing for it but to keep on walking. Squelched in my front door like I'd jumped in a lake. A cold lake. Just couldn't rouse the impulse to sing.
ReplyDeleteWell in your defense, singing in the rain is only fun if it's a warm summery day!
DeleteActually, I can tolerate rain in the city, but not in nature, since it can be dangerous: slippery mud, rocks, and then deadly falls.
ReplyDeleteI guess if you're climbing a mountain, sure!
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