Walking in heavy rain is like being part of a tribe.
There’s an instant connection to anyone else braving the elements, holding the umbrella for fear of going Poppins with the wind, a daring to the hurricane to Dorothy you.
I get so many ‘good mornings’ and some belly laughs at the absurdity of the cats and dogs down-pouring. Sometimes I forego the umbrella altogether and let the drops fall to the face, looking up, tongue out, like a frangipani leaf.
Before, most people had to go to the office. Not now. Walking is a deliberate choice, a good one, turns out.
I feel alive. I feel like a knight on a quest. I feel connected to the other brave knights on the road.