Just a walking in the rain,
Getting soaking wet
...who can that fool be?
Some of you may remember the old song by Johnnie Ray. Well this Sat, while some of you sensible
(or wussy?) folks sipped your coffee in your dry houses, three fine TPW fools met at the High Park
gates (you know who you are). To be honest, I think we all thought it would ease up so off we set.
We were soon so thoroughly soaked that it didn't matter anymore.
The weather was warm and the rain felt sweet, washing the sweat away before it could coat us in the
usual thin layer of salt. One of us had to quit because of sore leg (it was NOT the rain) but two of us
continued to the market.
There, while buying a smoothie at one of the vendor booths, I bumped the edge of the tent, pouring a
cascade of trapped rain over my head. The vendor's baby, with whom I had been flirting, thought it
was the funniest thing she had ever seen and would have like me to do it again!
On the walk back, my companion and I agreed that we were quite enjoying ourselves. We had seen
herons, grebes and other damp birds; we had talked of many things in true TPW fashion and we had
demonstrated our true grit in the face of adverse circumstances (while others wimped out!).
So, to end with a quote from another classic song, Singin' in the Rain:
Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face
I walk down the lane with a happy refrain
Just singing in the rain.
