In poems, songs, photos—even in conversations—people, almost all of them, say they love the rain. They say they adore its softness, that rain makes them fall in love! But what I find strange is that when it actually rains, they grab the biggest umbrellas they own and run like a hungry wolf is chasing them—just to avoid getting wet. It’s as if the idea of rain is always more beautiful to people than the rain itself. That is, of course, if I choose to look at it kindly and not accuse them of hypocrisy—in this matter and other things. Sometimes, the fact that I can’t understand people and the way they think drives me crazy. When it rains and I ask the person next to me why they’re running, they say, “Because I’ll get wet,” and I reply, “So what if you do?” And They have nothing to say, I just think to myself: There you go. Another strange creature.
The Little Popcorn.