For every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows

So it was pouring down rain as I left for school today. My main concern: protect the precious hair! Getting to school looking like a drowned rat is just not on my list of things I like to do. Umbrellas are a huge hassle to try to carry around all day, since I've already got a bag full of books and a computer to carry around, but I had to have some kind of protection. So I had on a hoodie - hood on, completely zipped up. I probably looked like a thug. So simply walking to my car had me frustrated and grumpy - it is just not possible to avoid every large drop of water that may wet hair through a hood. As I was driving to school, though, I saw something that gave me pause. There was a gentleman walking down the sidewalk in the rain. Perhaps he forgot his umbrella, you say? No, he had an umbrella. But it was dangling by his side as he sauntered along, ostensibly enjoying the rain. I'm going to say that again: enjoying the rain. It made me think back to all the times as a child that I went out to play in the rain, usually along with a sister or brother or two. So many happy memories! I loved when it rained! We would play outside for hours, getting soaking wet, playing make-believe. I wonder, what happens to us as we "grow up" that causes rain to go from a fun play thing to a nuisance? We just don't have time any longer to stop and smell the roses or enjoy the rain. I have resolved to care a little less about my appearance next time it rains, and maybe even stop and take time to enjoy it.

Anyone else have any fun childhood memories of the rain?

P.S. Sorry for the rough photo and title - I'm still working on it!
P.P.S. Photo was taken from http://www.flickr.com/photos/nickwheeleroz/2469056619/.

Introduction

Hello! Welcome to my blog!

While writing this, I sat for a minute just staring at those words. What to say?

It may come as a surprise to some of you that I am doing this. I am generally a fairly private person, and it goes a bit contrary to my nature to expose my thoughts to strangers, and even worse, those I know! So bear with me.

It seems to have become "cool" or the "thing to do" recently to start a blog. But that's not why I started one. I'm a 24 year old married female in my second year of medical school. There are so many things that happen in my life that make me angry, sad, or just make me think. Sometimes it's a patient I come into contact with, or something I see on the news. Whatever the precipitating event, it always seems to somehow help to write about it (I refuse to use the word "blog" as a verb.) So that is what this blog is about - just my thoughts, and perhaps sometimes a way to see what other people think about these topics. Sometimes it may be controversial. Whatever the topic, I promise to be as honest as I possibly can about it.