Monday, February 28, 2005
Rain: Is it Sexy or Not?
I have mixed feelings about San Francisco's winter rain showers. On the one hand, the gorgeous green hills, the blooming flowers, and lush trees of the winter are beautiful thanks to the rain - especially in contrast to the barren browns of the dry summer months. But then there is the mud and the wet dogs of winter - not to mention the masses of ants that invade our home in search of shelter from the storm.
When I lived in a warmer climate, I loved to run around in the rain without an umbrella. I would laugh out loud to myself as I played around in the downpours, intentionally drenching my clothes.
Then there are the sexy movie scenes where lovers embrace in the rain - so passionate about one another that they have complete disregard for the fact that they're getting wet.
But alas, the San Francisco climate is simply too cold for being so impulsive and carefree. I'm not so sexy all bundled up in my full-body rain gear - complete with rain coat, rain pants, and enormous umbrella.
One perk, however, to all of this body camoflauging paraphernalia: You know that empty seat on the bus or commuter train - the one with the puddle in it - the seat that goes empty despite the shoulder-to-shoulder crowds opting for the steamy windows of public transit over getting their shoes filled with rain? With my rain pants on, that seat is reserved just for me. Rain may not be sexy in San Francisco, but I've sure learned how to stay dry!
What do you think? Where you live - is the rain sexy or not?
When I lived in a warmer climate, I loved to run around in the rain without an umbrella. I would laugh out loud to myself as I played around in the downpours, intentionally drenching my clothes.
Then there are the sexy movie scenes where lovers embrace in the rain - so passionate about one another that they have complete disregard for the fact that they're getting wet.
But alas, the San Francisco climate is simply too cold for being so impulsive and carefree. I'm not so sexy all bundled up in my full-body rain gear - complete with rain coat, rain pants, and enormous umbrella.
One perk, however, to all of this body camoflauging paraphernalia: You know that empty seat on the bus or commuter train - the one with the puddle in it - the seat that goes empty despite the shoulder-to-shoulder crowds opting for the steamy windows of public transit over getting their shoes filled with rain? With my rain pants on, that seat is reserved just for me. Rain may not be sexy in San Francisco, but I've sure learned how to stay dry!
What do you think? Where you live - is the rain sexy or not?
Comments:
It's not sexy in Hamburg. Not even if you're walking on the Reeperbahn.
Rain's probably sexy if you live in tropics. But if I lived in the tropics I wouldn't be surfing the Internet right now.
Rain's probably sexy if you live in tropics. But if I lived in the tropics I wouldn't be surfing the Internet right now.
rain is sexy in the tropics indeed (where I am surfing the internet because a home is a home is a home). it is also sexy living off the coast of seattle in a van that is molded entirely. yurt fires and orange glows on wet skin for 10 months out of the year.. mmmmm Sexy indeed!!!!
I think Rain is sexy everywhere... it is just a matter if you are waiting for a bus or bent over in your shower holding onto a drain pipe that dictates it's exact sexy ratio to you. I love the rain!
I think Rain is sexy everywhere... it is just a matter if you are waiting for a bus or bent over in your shower holding onto a drain pipe that dictates it's exact sexy ratio to you. I love the rain!
hm... Rain here in GA is kinda off. Never seems to be raining RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE STANDING unless we're getting some throw off of FL's rain patterns. But it's not sexy. It's distant and distracted and sometimes absentminded.
As jennynyc says, in NYC rain is definitely not sexy.
However, about two years ago, must have been July, I was walking through central park. It had been raining steadily for about an hour when suddenly, it started pouring. One of those summer rain storms.
The park was empty save for a few people running for shelter. I was on my cell phone, talking to a boy I was dating.
I found myself sitting on a bench, in the middle of the park, under my umbrella, talkin' sweet nuthins on the phone. The grass was extra green, partly because the gray light, created by the rain, offset the grass, partly because the dark gray of the sky enhanced all other colours.
I was in the middle of a surrealist/impressionist painting in the 21st century. Sitting there, on the bench bench alone. Watching first a couple running with NY Times on their heads; then a woman alone, dressed in shorts and a bright red t-shirt, running towards a large elm, with her beagle; then a man in a suit and brief case.
Not sexy, but oh so beautiful.
However, about two years ago, must have been July, I was walking through central park. It had been raining steadily for about an hour when suddenly, it started pouring. One of those summer rain storms.
The park was empty save for a few people running for shelter. I was on my cell phone, talking to a boy I was dating.
I found myself sitting on a bench, in the middle of the park, under my umbrella, talkin' sweet nuthins on the phone. The grass was extra green, partly because the gray light, created by the rain, offset the grass, partly because the dark gray of the sky enhanced all other colours.
I was in the middle of a surrealist/impressionist painting in the 21st century. Sitting there, on the bench bench alone. Watching first a couple running with NY Times on their heads; then a woman alone, dressed in shorts and a bright red t-shirt, running towards a large elm, with her beagle; then a man in a suit and brief case.
Not sexy, but oh so beautiful.
Rain in Sweden is definitly not very hot, but i'll tell you were it is:
in Laos on the border with Kambodia in the early monsson when thunder rolls in over the Mekong at nightfall. There's an old railway bridge built by the french that's perfect for watching the lightning mix with the stars of the milky way.
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in Laos on the border with Kambodia in the early monsson when thunder rolls in over the Mekong at nightfall. There's an old railway bridge built by the french that's perfect for watching the lightning mix with the stars of the milky way.
