It wasn’t quite THIS bad on Saturday afternoon but I did watch football in the rain. As children, we loved the rain (as long as we were able to play in it).
As adults, we lose that love of playing in the rain. Instead of playing in it, you will often hear adults remark about loving the sound of rain.
There’s something beautiful about the rain. The sound, the feel, and the cadence can be hypnotizing. The rain washes everything away and makes the warmth of the next sunny day feel even stronger.
Why do we lose that love of playing in the rain? What happens that takes away the joy of getting all sloppy and muddy? I haven’t figured out the answer but an afternoon of watching football in the rain allowed some great memories to come flooding back.