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God is crying

Okay, I have to admit that even though I’m an atheist, I always kind of liked the visual image of god crying when it rains. But I think it has more to do with the fact that I love the rain.

One thing about me that many people don’t understand is that I live in Southern California and I love the rain. Not only this, but I actually moved out of Oregon partially because it rained too much, but I still maintain that I love the rain. Yes, Oregon, there is such thing as too much of a good thing.

I happened to live in Oregon during the rainy season (November through April). It rained every day except for the one week that it snowed and the one day in April that the sun decided to stop partying down under and finally pay us a visit.

That much rain is too much for me. But I would be very happy living somewhere where it rained anywhere from 40-70% of the time. I know 70% sounds like a lot, but to me it sounds perfect. I think I love the rain so much because it reminds me of being a child and being forced to stay inside where I could write, draw, and watch movies for hours.

I remember a time when I was nine years old and it had been raining for days. My sisters were fed up with it. They wanted to go outside and play.

“So, go outside and play then,” I said to them.

“Oh, yeah right, and get our clothes all wet,” my older sister replied.

“Then don’t go outside in your clothes,” I said.

“You can’t go outside naked,” my little sister said with a giggle. “Everyone will see your cuckoo.”

“I’ll go outside in my bikini right now,” I replied.

“No, you won’t,” my older sister said in her best “I double-dare you” voice.

I slapped on my black and white striped bikini, ran outside,  and began doing cartwheels in the pouring rain while my sisters laughed at me from the doorway.

To this day, I get giddy when it rains. I love to curl up with a book or pen and paper and visit far off places where anything is possible. So for me, whenever it rains, it doesn’t feel sad like god is crying. To me it feels more like a rich uncle just showed up at my door and handed me a stack of cash and the keys to his Infinite Probability Drive.

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