It got me thinking about the cultural, if not somewhat mystical, significance of rain. Anyone who's ever been to a good concert under heavy rain understands it. Just like that, it becomes a great concert. Like Senna's unforgettable victories under rain. Or like a good football match under rain - especially if the stands aren't roofed. Rain gives a mystical aura to things. Makes them (more) special, (more) memorable.
People need rain for agriculture and pastures, so in some countries and regions it is invoked and celebrated. In urban areas, however, rain is generally looked upon as something bad and sad, as opposed to the lovely and pleasant sunshine. Rain makes your clothes wet, ruins your hair and makes the floor slippery. The funny thing is, despite all that, it is still romanticised and glorified. How many big screen couples have shared incredibly romantic kisses in the rain? Or an equally romantic fight? A piercing look? Ask John Cusack how many lovers have suffered and cried in the rain... Pop culture is clearly not oblivious to the mystical qualities of rain. Be it purple rain, cold november rain or even chocolate rain. But don't worry, you can stand under my umbrella.
Just a box of rain
Wind and water
Believe it if you need it
If you don't just pass it on
