So, I'm a 'water' sign -- Cancer. But, apart from having personality traits like my element water; I'm not particularly fond of it. And I certainly do not find the rains romantic. Cancerians are ruled by the moon. But i have no affinity to the moon either. In terms of romance, it does not tingle me when someone says -- No matter how far apart we are, we will both look at the same moon and under it, we both will feel 'closer'. Blah!!
For me, there is no "walking or singing in the Rain". And there is no 'crying' in the rain to hide my tears either. The gathering of the clouds and the grey-gloomy ambient light do not bring out the best in me. It only makes me sad and pathetic; which for the most part I already am. Kidding. But frankly, I do not need the blazing hot sun to hide behind the clouds to feel that way. I'm happy with it shining on my face. My friend once told me, do not move to Canada; it's always grey there. So I'm guessing I will avoid that to save myself from some seriously depressing days.
The monsoon has just hit India and I'm already looking for excuses to not step out of the house that much. The rains should bring out this beautiful fragrance that I used to love when I was a kid. But, yesterday I stepped outside my house after a drizzle and I could only smell -- concrete. Errrrrr! And I must tell you, this is not a good smell. I turned a corner and saw that the smell of the garbage lying around was heightened even more because of the drizzle. Is that romantic? I don't think so.
Would you really walk hand-in-hand with your lover, feeling all the butterflies in your stomach dancing around; while the rains are pouring cats and dogs on you? I guess not. Yes, you could hide under an umbrella and koochie-koo; but, with the rains, the winds will start blowing harder and your umbrella will fly away. What is so romantic about a flying umbrella when you need it the most? Imagine this, your umbrella just flew away. Suddenly, there is a loud noise. It is the roaring thunder and the cracking of the lightning that gives you an excuse to pretend to be scared and hold your lover tightly. You gasp. Just then, a car passes by and splashes muddy water that drenches the two of you. Tell me, what can be more unromantic than that. Hugging someone and having the bad taste of mud in your mouth, all at the same time.
So, no. I don't find my romance in the rains. I do not feel like dancing around the trees when it pours. But, maybe you do. I told you, it's all about what you wanna see.
