Welcome back! You've emerged from the tempest, blinking against the oddly pleasant glare of post-cumulonimbus sunshine. In your hand is a cup of what you thought was tea, but is actually an intriguing blend of optimism and mildly damp cardboard.
Note to self: Never challenge the weather again. "I bet you won't rain harder," might be the epitaph of your day. Yet here you are, a storm veteran, bearing soggy tales and a heart inexplicably warmer than it was before the deluge.
As bicycles float occasionally by and umbrellas take off like misguided helicopters, ponder this: the pursuit of dryness is almost as futile as attempting to predict the next plot twist in a soap opera. Consider the rhythm of rain, a cosmic jazz that heals, even if your socks beg to differ.
In these post-storm musings, remember: there's no need to seek shelter under a rhubarb leaf, for the sun shines universally, albeit seldom consistently.
Want to dance further with words? Step into the unexpected realm of Murmurs in the Dark or perhaps take a tour of your maze-like thoughts at The Labyrinth.