Alright, I'll cop to being weird and perverse, but I love this weather. We're having a monsoon-type rain right now -- and yes, I've lived in places that get hit by monsoons, so I have a clue what I'm talking about. We're talking buckets of rain. You walk three steps outside, umbrella or no, and you're completely drenched. Water water everywhere. It's the sort of thing that's either going to really piss you off, or really make you laugh. I choose laughter. Literally, I'm squelching down the street, laughing and grinning like a maniac, singing the two lines I know from "I'm only happy when it rains" over and over again with a manic glint in my eye. It's entirely possible I've lost it.

But here's the deal -- doesn't weather like this just show how frickin' absurd we are? We dress up, we dry our hair, we make ourselves look good so we can sit in an office block with a bunch of other office drones. And then it rains. And it all goes to hell. All these serious, workaday peope who usually don't even look at each other on the bus are grinning like idiots at the next person who comes on board, looking like a drowned rat. The windows of the bus are all closed, so it's feeling like our very own sauna on wheels. We're sending up sheets of water as we drive down the street, and there's a puddle sloshing in through the bus door. Fabulous! How can you not love it? We're all just happy idiots, sloshing our way through the rain.

I love this. I LOVE this! Now I've just got to concentrate on getting halfway dry enough that I don't catch pneumonia from the air conditioning. Alas, I've only heeded half of Ford Prefect's advice. I'm not panicking, but I don't have a towel. Damn.