It’s a completely empirical observation that only engages the person who makes it (me, in this case): when it rains, people are grumpy. The people I meet, anyway. I did not check in Tourcoing, Brest or Romorantin. We are not immune to surprises. When I see the people I meet grumpy in the rain, I say to myself: and yet, they should be happy, even very happy, to see the rain fall, because it is good for the crops, the pastures, the devastated gardens, charred by the drought, it replenishes the water tables. In short, it’s good for what we got.
Except no. Rationally, they agree. But concretely, there, when they take the tenth shower of the day and they have forgotten their umbrella, they do not agree. At all. And although I’m not one of the people I meet, I admit it: I’m the same, I think the same. I tell myself that, well, okay, the rain that falls, it’s amazing for what we have, singin’ in the rain and all that. But if it could fall somewhere else, oh, not necessarily very far, let’s say right next to it but not on me, it would do thirsty nature just as much good. And that wouldn’t bother me (who forgot my umbrella again).
Like what man is a knot of contradictions. Certainly, this is not a scoop. It’s just to say that if life were simpler, it would be less complicated. Amazing, right?
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