Inspiration from the Rain
Seeing the world anew when dancing in the rain
I’m getting inspiration from the rain,
Inspiration from the rain…
Something something something
I’m Happy again…
It’s kinda funny, as I’m currently typing this through the unexpected rain that’s sprinkling while I’m traveling through the city from my job. I have this odd fascination with rainy days that stems back to childhood. Growing up, a rainy day meant staying inside all day at school or at home. Which to be honest, I was such a homebody, that didn’t really matter to me.
When I lived in Mexico for several years, in a city where several of the neighborhoods were created on sloped mountainsides, I had a different experience with rain. In the small house that my family had built, there were two inclined streets, a steep way to head upwards towards the next street, and one down hill that, given the odd way it was designed, looked like one was going down at a triangle-like angle.
When I looked outside the window, or was sitting on the steep wooden ladder we had at the time, it was entrancing to see how the water was floating down from the street above, pooling together from the street up ahead, and then heading towards the curving street downwards, creating the unnatural effect of looking like the streets had flooded.
I almost never went outside on those days, until the rain had cleared up. While the streets were slanted, there were stairs that only went halfway through the inclined street. The part of the street that I was on had stairs, but I still didn’t want to chance anything happening in terms of my own discomfort.
Then, coming back to Chicago, something changed. Obviously, the move had changed a few things within me. But more than that, I started to embrace the rainy days. One of the first rainy days I remembered during those first few months, I was roped in a soulless job that had little-to-no perks. When I was walking back to the place I was staying at the time, there was this sudden downpour. I had to walk for several hours, to and from work.
My socks were soaked. I was trembling from the cold, but I didn’t care at the time. I was the only one walking down the street, at night. I truly felt like I was in a world all on my own.
The next time I had a moment like that, was when a few months later, when I was looking for housing, I received confirmation about where I was going to stay. That day, while I was waiting for the doors to open with the rest of the youth, among people I had trusted for the past few weeks during a highly stressful time in my life, I danced in the rain.
Let me tell you, I had never seen Singing in the Rain at that point in my life. Later on, when I was watching it for my class the last semester, I was completely invested through the whole thing (even through the Big Lipped Alligator moment when Gene Kelly was dancing in those very outlandish sets and dancing with this femme-fatale-like character) especially the title song. I’d only heard the first part of the song through pop culture osmosis. I remember singing that part on a loop, practically shouting it after securing something after several weeks of waiting (and turning down another opportunity of placement due to personal reasons).
That day I was so ecstatic, I wanted to celebrate it in my own way. I don’t recall becoming sick after dancing and skipping in the rain for a long time.
I love these types of days, where I can just walk through the rain, or dance or skip. Or even sing an incomplete song. It brings forth something in me. It could be the backdrop towards the sense of having the illusions of triumph through the dark. Or that I like water falling down on things on static surroundings, showcasing a new view of what was there before.