In further news, I refused a gentleman who offered to help me today. I'm torn between being amused and aghast at myself. It couldn't be helped. I really wanted to bike home in the rain.
My full-on assault of the puddles made my purple striped socks squelchy in my shoes and I couldn't help laughing. When the thunder rumbled in response, it sounded like God was laughing too. He delights in the wild beauty he creates, the extremes of water hanging in the air and then falling down all over the surprised people and grass. I asked God to do it again. I watched the lightning blink shaky and purple across the sky.
That being said, I still feel a little bad. I know it's not ladylike to refuse a gentleman's offer of help. Should I have accepted?