Caryn's Law of Downpours.

I have this theory that you should never run when you get caught in the rain.

With those raindrops falling and you running, you'd be like a human bucket rushing to catch them all. So sometimes when I see people scurrying about in a downpour, I scoff silently to myself and think "ah, if only they knew better."Maybe this was how Einstein felt like when he saw apples falling and invented gravity.

Or maybe, maybe this is just plain sluggishness. =P

I also make sure I walk along the sides of the road, because this is where puddles of water gather and where they are deliciously ankle-deep. WHICH brings me to another theory. If you don't want rainwater and bits of gritty gravel in your shoes, you need to step and wade in puddles. Because only when you swish your feet through the puddles, or stomp on them, would you get moving water which washes away those nasty bits of stone and dirt caught in your shoes. The water can't be stagnant, else the sand is just gonna nestle nicely in between your toes.

Of course, the above explains why I don't take Physics, and would probably fail it if I do anyway. Hehe.

Another reason why I like downpours is because there is no such thing as good hair, when there is rain. Your locks are soaking wet and plastered to the sides of your head a la helmet style, and its goodbyeeee frizz and hayhair! =) So when anyone peers at you, you can shrug nonchalently and go all, "oh no, not me, i don't have bad hair... you know, it's just this ugh, annnnnnnoying rain." (insert casual flick of hand)

The rain equalizes everyone! Wavy hair, curly hair, slick-straight rebonded hair, afro, they all become equals under the cat and dog showers. There would be no such thing as bad hair because everyone has bad hair. Of course, the notion of seductive busty women slipping out of swimming pools flicking their butt-length hair left right left and left right left again, doesn't come into play here. Good rain ensures your hair clings to nothing else but your head and neck. You can just try flicking until your neck gets sprained and the cows go home. (Whaat stop looking at me like that, its not like I actually tried to do the flick.)

And of course, you can't forget to include the frosty fogged-up specs to complete the Drenched Chicken look. Little specks of Qoo droplets on my lenses, casting irridescent circles of sequins in my vision when I look at the street lamps. They make me feel like I'm looking out of a snow-flaked windowpane, at the blurry landscape of winter wonderland.

Not that I have actually looked out of a window at the snow*, but you know, this is how I would imagine it to feel like. =)))

* yes yes i'm deprived. my experiences with snow extends only to indoor, synthetic, expensive ice. but then again, i have seen many things that many others haven't. like a picture of jason tan's naked butt.