On a cloudy summer day, a friend and I went to a cafe. A light rain started not long after we received our drinks, forcing people to hurry from the outdoors to shelter. After talking with my friend for some time, on topics ranging from meeting girls at night to what World War 3 would look like, I noticed a little girl outside in the rain, looking straight up into the sky, eyes squinted just enough to shield the rain drops.

My first instinct was to sense that she was in danger. “Is she alone? Where are her parents?” I looked around and found a couple sitting two tables from me watching her closely. The girl ran to them with a big smile, her face wet. Her mom fixed her jacket and let her run back into the rain. She spread her arms out wide and skipped along from one side of the outdoor courtyard to the other, her hair getting wet.

“Look at the girl,” I said to my friend. “Everyone is running away from the rain but she’s running towards it.”

Whenever I see a little child approaching a rain puddle, I pause to watch. Almost always, the child attacks the puddle, jumping directly into its center to make the biggest splash. Then I wait for the inevitable scolding. “Don’t do that! You’ll get wet!” Already, the child is being socialized to act like an adult. Its playful instincts, weeded out.

Did my parents attempt to socialize me? I don’t remember them giving me a list of dos and donts. They didn’t tell me what was acceptable or not. When I wanted to play as an adult, jumping into puddles of words, I got a lot of people wet.

The little girl outside the cafe did not get bored with the rain. For half an hour, she twirled and danced, jumped and smiled. She couldn’t have been older than three, well before the age she enters school, when teachers and classmates give her their list of dos and donts to sculpt her and take away a simple joy of something as mundane as rain. “You’ll get wet! Come inside! It’s dirty!” Something she used to love will become something she hates and runs from.

Are we so far gone that we can’t enjoy the rain? Did society take us into its clutches, socialize us, iron us out, and hand us a constructed list of what is acceptable and what is not?

One month later, I was at a restaurant alone eating a burger and fries. A heavy storm began. Customers who came inside shook the water off their clothing before ordering at the counter. I took my time, hoping the storm would pass by the time I finished eating, but it was still coming down strong when I walked out the door. The rain was cold. I instinctively hunched over and lowered my head, like anyone else would, but then I told myself to relax. I loosened my shoulders and looked straight ahead.

I began the one-mile walk to my home, as slowly as I could manage. The first few minutes were chilly until my body adjusted to the temperature of the water. I watched other people, hunched over, defenseless without an umbrella, racing towards shelter. I walked by awnings with people in various stages of wetness, waiting for the rain to soften. I walked by taxi cabs with drivers waiting for a wet fare. I walked by other men who seemingly didn’t mind the rain, but whose bent, stiff necks betrayed their indifference, their pace a tick too fast.

Many people looked at me intently, a concentrated look. They seemed to ask, “What is he doing?” I recognized the look because it was the same one I gave to the little girl, a bewilderment, maybe even confusion, that someone is not doing what you would do, what you’re supposed to do.

I didn’t take it far. I didn’t twirl or dance, I didn’t smile. Something a child does every day can be interpreted as insane when done by an adult, though I’m not sure if that says more about the child or the adult.

I was fully soaked by the time I turned on an empty street. Not a soul around. I closed my eyes to hear and feel the rain, and I started to smile, and for the next five seconds I can say I experienced pure joy, something the little girl must’ve felt continuously for nearly an hour. It ended when a thought entered my mind that my phone may be getting wet. I dropped the smile and opened my eyes.

In the last stretch to my front door, I had to pass a lively pub, still at my slow pace. A dozen drinkers were congregating out front, smoking under an awning. They stared at me sternly. The alcohol allowed them to give a response that others had thought but not shown. “This guy is weird.” I felt self-conscious and quickened my pace home.

Twenty five years from now, there will be a heavy rain. A young woman will be caught in it without an umbrella. She will lower her head, tighten her shoulders, and seek shelter. Waiting for the rain to stop, shivering from the cold, she will see an old man, water dripping from his white beard, his eyes closed, smiling at nothing. He’s a crazy old man, she’ll think, but then her mind flashes with a memory of when she was a little child. She looks up into the sky.

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victor emmerson
victor emmerson
3 years ago

i had forgotten how creative some of your stories are

pdwalker
pdwalker
3 years ago

I taught my kids to play in the rain.

They are teenagers now, and we still play in the rain.

Bavieca
Bavieca
3 years ago

Twenty five years from now, there will be a heavy rain. A young woman will be caught in it without an umbrella. She will lower her head, tighten her shoulders, and seek shelter. Waiting for the rain to stop, shivering from the cold, she will see an old man, water dripping from his white beard, his eyes closed, smiling at nothing. Heโ€™s a crazy old man, sheโ€™ll think, but then her mind flashes with a memory of when she was a little child. She looks up into the sky.

The last paragraph is beautiful and poignant at the same time Poignant because of the realization that someday we would all grey and wither, waiting for death to claim us. Beautiful because the old man is smiling, he’s at peace with the world. Perhaps not only had the old man conquered his fear of death, so much more than that, in his heart he knows that he will smile at it when it finally comes to claim him, for death is only another new beginning.

Roosh
3 years ago
Reply to  Bavieca

Writing from the heart may not get many page views, but it does have a greater chance of touching someone emotionally.

pdwalker
pdwalker
3 years ago
Reply to  Roosh

Well, you’ve nailed it.

Very beautifully expressed.

Lucius Clarus
Lucius Clarus
3 years ago
Reply to  Roosh

Good one Roosh. You made me think of my two young children. They LOVE to jump and splash in puddles. Pure joy.

Chris Brony
Chris Brony
3 years ago
Reply to  Roosh

roosh…where’s the article about the girl on the train?

Roosh
3 years ago
Reply to  Chris Brony

I don’t remember writing an article about a girl on a train.

Chris Brony
Chris Brony
3 years ago
Reply to  Roosh

…sorry misread it…it was the girl in the rain…

Corinth Arkadin
Corinth Arkadin
2 years ago
Reply to  Roosh

Statements like this shut down your enemies, Roosh. They can’t bear to believe that you’re a human being and not this monstrous entity they make you out to be.

EB
EB
2 years ago
Reply to  Roosh

Well done.

Chris Brony
Chris Brony
3 years ago
Reply to  Bavieca

nice article …

Righterous
Righterous
3 years ago

I almost cry when reading this, seriously. So you found happiness. Now get rid of that phone! ๐Ÿ™‚

Vegard Johansen
Vegard Johansen
3 years ago

I`ve learned to ignore funny looks over the years when doing out of the ordinary things, like standing still, looking into a pond in a park or something.

It`s amazing how many people can`t do that these days…let their minds wonder for more than a few seconds. It`s like they have to quell any (endogenous) idea that pops into their heads immediately. Like they`re afraid of their own thoughts or something. I wonder if this is partly the reason it`s so easy to brainwash people these days. Most people have no relationship to there own mind, it`s all information from the outside, that is never processed.

Helios Thurisaz
Helios Thurisaz
3 years ago

Ludwig Binswanger had a theory that man inhabits 3 existential realities at once: umwelt (the physical world, the body itself), eigenwelt (inner/ personal world, the individual identity, thoughts, feelings) and mitwelt (social world, our personas, relationships). Man’s problems arise out of the fact that we are not only neglecting out eigenwelt, we are also making our inner landscape more toxic through chronic self sadism (eg: adults who thought police themselves at the cost of their ability to experience true joy, like children). We are maniacally focused on the mitwelt and umwelt and we make our eigenwelts toxic, which rots us and makes us into collectivised ghouls who hate real, human thoughts, feelings and emotions.

Vegard Johansen
Vegard Johansen
3 years ago

That`s interesting, but I think it`s simpler to interpret the human condition more in the light of evolution.

Being a deep thinker and a bit of a loner,(eigenwelt) is not necessarily natural. The herd mentality is really the default state of most primates. Also most thinking men are constantly inspired by the physical world and science,(umwelt) as opposed to just drawing inspiration from the inner world.
It`s more of a back and forth between nature and abstraction, and bypassing the herd.

bep
bep
3 years ago

“I love those who can smile in trouble, who can gather strength from distress, and grow brave by reflection. โ€˜Tis the business of little minds to shrink, but they whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves their conduct, will pursue their principles unto death.”

โ€” Leonardo da Vinci

Rich And Meaningful
Rich And Meaningful
3 years ago

Really good piece. I can feel the rain on my face now.

And I had the same experience when I was in college.

First you notice the gray clouds, then you hear thunder, next thing you know, it’s raining cats and dogs.

Like you, I noticed my conditioned reflex to the rain. The neck stiffness that you mentioned — that’s how I know that you really are an observant guy, Roosh, becauss it was that same neck stiffness that I felt in myself that caused me reflect.

Am I afraid of rain? Is the rain overpowering me? Why am I standing like this?

Why does my body language scream discomfort? Does rain make me uncomfortable?

And I may be projecting here, but even your word choice makes me wonder if you’re commenting on how language socializes us to have certain thoughts. You write:

“Am we so far gone that we can’t just enjoy the rain?”

Some people might think that “Am” is a typo, that you should have written “Are” instead.

It’s a grammatical rule. But what if you broke that rule on purpose?

We if we broke other rules on purpose?

(you’ll be ostracized)

Thanks for helping me think, Roosh.

I know you gotta make money, but know that there are people out there that appreciate you for more than your game advice.

Roosh
3 years ago

That was definitely a typo. The first version was “Am I so far gone…” but I decided to put it back to the reader since I assumed they aren’t exactly playing in the rain either.

Girl in the World
Girl in the World
3 years ago

I still play in the rain ๐Ÿ™‚

MKDAWUSS
MKDAWUSS
3 years ago

And then some people discover they have a fetish for wet clothes (either wearing wet clothes themselves or [more likely] seeing other people in wet clothes).

TheOnceAndFutureKing
TheOnceAndFutureKing
3 years ago

Damn, pretty poetic, its like Orwell level of good.

Joseph Vella
Joseph Vella
3 years ago

one of the most beautiful posts i have read on social conditioning. this one hit deep probably cause i find myself at present, trying to reverse my childhood do’s and don’ts in an effort to unchain myself to live an honest and more authentic life. with truth comes pain but the more we discover about ourselves the more we want to unveil…. regardless of the memories and feelings that get stirred up

Edward Easterling
Edward Easterling
3 years ago
Reply to  Joseph Vella

Eventually, you move past the pain. Then truth brings freedom.

J More
J More
3 years ago

August 2017* Homo * Roosh ๐Ÿ˜‚

KrakenKorpus
KrakenKorpus
3 years ago

I feel very happy now ๐Ÿ˜€

Lucius Clarus
Lucius Clarus
3 years ago

“There is something to be learned from a sudden rainstorm. When meeting with a sudden shower, you try not to get wet and run quickly along the road. But doing such things as passing under the eaves of houses, you still get wet. When you are resolved from the beginning, you will not be perplexed, though you still get the same soaking. This understanding extends to everything.”

– Hakakure

pinetree
pinetree
3 years ago

Is that picture with the green street car the one you took while you had your rain experience. If so what city is it? And the same of the little girl in the rain — is she the same girl you saw? If so you might make her famous years from now.

Clytie
Clytie
3 years ago

Beautiful

Hello
Hello
3 years ago

I’m not sure where you ‘re going with this. Being wet sucks and most of the time it lowers the body temperature making you susceptible to illness.

Pretty basic concept.

pdwalker
pdwalker
3 years ago
Reply to  Hello

I’m pretty sure the story is not meant for you then. Or maybe it is, and you just haven’t learned how to see it?

I'm not fat I'm just curvy lol
I'm not fat I'm just curvy lol
3 years ago
Reply to  Hello

What kind of wuss get easily sick by rain?! What a fragile being!

anon1
anon1
3 years ago

you are good with your short stories, Roosh

B.L.
B.L.
3 years ago

Wow….when I came here today to read I did not expect this.
Joy and melancholy are two feelings that this story evoked in me.
Softer side of Roosh.

B.L.
B.L.
3 years ago

Wow….when I came here today to read I did not expect this.
Joy and melancholy are two feelings that this story evoked in me.
Softer side of Roosh.

B.L.
B.L.
3 years ago

Wow….when I came here today to read I did not expect this.
Joy and melancholy are two feelings that this story evoked in me.
Softer side of Roosh.

Vice
Vice
3 years ago

Roosh back to his tryhard writings

pdwalker
pdwalker
3 years ago
Reply to  Vice

Wow. Looks like someone is back to their tryhard commenting.

Edward Easterling
Edward Easterling
3 years ago

Where I work, we frequently go outside. I live in the Louisiana so it rains here frequently. I am probably the only one who NEVER wears a rain suit. Of course, when I go inside, the air conditioner freezes my ass off.
I am 52. I have always loved the rain. And I always will.
It is one of life’s small pleasures that matter.
Terrific story Roosh.
One question. Did the story take place in Poland?

ROOSHTA
ROOSHTA
3 years ago

Roosh, buddy, you need that Brazilian girl who you fell in love with about a decade ago. Whatever happened to the Brazilian girl who you wrote about in your book “dead bat”?

Righterous
Righterous
3 years ago
Reply to  ROOSHTA

Now you put a dick inside her, after Roosh did. And she’s 10 years older, so she’s not a girl.

Andrea
Andrea
3 years ago

Joy is not a constant state of mind. You experience it in fleeting moments only if you are present enough to notice. I’m happy for you Roosh.