On the topic of rain and sunshine:
I rode the morning bus earlier this week. Like usual, it was a commute of quiet people reading newspapers, scrolling through phones, and listening to music. The bus was relatively full when I boarded, so I took a stand near the back of the bus, holding onto a silver post in the event of a sudden lurch. I watched the world pass by through the north-facing windows before me. Walls and leaves were dappled in sunlight and misty blue shadow. Some windows reflected the glint of the early morning sun and the rosy sky behind it.
We had gone maybe a third of the way when I felt something cold land on my hair and trickle to my scalp. What was this?
I raised my free hand (the one not holding the silver post) to gingerly touch the spot on my head.
Of course… Water.
I looked up cautiously and confirmed the conclusion that already formed in my mind. The emergency exit hatch was propped open, and I was standing directly beneath it.
I didn’t observe much else because my head dipped back to its slightly downwards position from earlier. If more drops came down, I didn’t want them to fall on my face. No doubt it was just some morning mist and condensation from the top of the bus, but the top of the bus was probably filled with particles of smog-filled air and whatever else came down from the sky. Hardly clean.
A new song popped into my head—
Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turnin’ red…
—B.J. Thomas, Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head
And then I had the vision of making my way through town with a little raincloud above my head. A small, square one, that somehow only leaked at its edges. Wherever I’d go, with this bus sweeping me from one end of town to the other, I’d bring a few sparkles with me. The one rain cloud on this late but cool summer day. When others think of singular rainclouds they might be thinking of heartbreak or unfortunate circumstances; but me, I could somehow only see the sunny world beyond the windows before me, the one that was caught in every drop of water, the one that created the beautiful sparkles.
I was charmed enough by this vision that when a large drop of water actually fell on my cheek and rolled precariously towards my mouth, I only had a fleeting moment of irritation before I wiped it off and continued dreaming.