It’s been raining for 3 days.
Here, this is as unusual as an April sunny day in the north of Norway. And equally joyous.
Nobody uses umbrellas. What sort of fool would want protection from water?
I once saw a group of customers in a cafe asking for their table to be moved outside when it started to rain.
It took me one year to find an oversized umbrella in an obscure Chinese shop. Not sure why I wanted an umbrella, perhaps because I felt strangely under-equipped for life’s various challenges without one.
When I first took it to work and parked it in a corner, its modest watery load evaporating quickly, people laughed. Not quite the smartest investment ever.
The other day a driver took me to a meeting somewhere in the countryside.
“Look now, it’s green!”, he cried filled with joy, as the brown hues of the desert on both sides were for once punctuated by small patches of green. .
I always lived in places that view rain as slight inconvenience.
‘Oh, shoot, it’s raining and I was going to wear my suede shoes today!’
I can wear my suede shoes almost every day here. Not today though.
Today I’m going to wear waterproof shoes as I navigate the little rivers in the streets, try to pretend my huge umbrella is not with me and smile back at the other happy sailors.