Rain. Lots of it. The kind that persists all day, the kind that makes your bed look like the perfect place to spend an entire afternoon.
The Guy sits center stage, in the middle of the rain, with an umbrella.
He is shielded from the rain.
Then the rain stops. Unexpectedly. Which it often does in south Louisiana.
The Guy smiles.
Then, from under the umbrella, rain begins to fall. Only under the umbrella. Only on the Guy.
The Guy looks momentarily unhappy. Because when you’re under an umbrella, you’re supposed to be safe from the rain. Not wet.
But he thinks a bit. And he wonders why he ever expected anyplace to be safe from the rain. And he wonders why he ever felt the need to be safe from it. After all it’s only rain, right?
Right.
So The Guy stands, with his umbrella-produced rainstorm on an otherwise sunny Louisiana afternoon, and he dances in the rain.
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4 comments:
smile! :)
Again, that would be such a great film metaphor. No offense relating everything to film, but how could you do that on stage? I remember this time of the year. So much rain. I got really sad for a while.
When I read the first part...I was thinking I would be kindof upset at being rained on...but I paused and thought...it's water...it's natural...all I'd get is wet and water evaporates. It's harmless...it's refreshing...it's cleansing...here in Edmonton it doesn't rain like in Louisiana...so I welcome the rain! Rain rain mutherfuckin rain!!
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