看到“爱雨者”,我脑海里不禁浮现电影《雨中曲》中的男主淋着大雨,有伞不打,抱着路灯杆,放声高歌,且歌且舞的场景。正常人看来应该觉得他脑子进水了,但正是这种雨水浸染的浪漫让这一幕成为了经典。都说爱斯基摩人用上千种词汇来描述冰雪,“爱雨者”们自然也要为天地之间的点点滴滴写出一本特殊的词典。
Rain! Well…it’s just a word that denotes the water droplets that form due to condensation of water vapor in the atmosphere which then precipitate and pour down owing to higher density than air and the gravity of earth.
To any meteorologist, it’s just another thing to forecast, to categorize under convectional, cyclonic or orographic type. To lay men, it’s another hurdle that he has to face to reach his office on time, a chafe that gets his clothes all wet, a stupid response of nature that makes roads all puddly and dirty, most of all—a time when his immunity can’t save him from catching a cold. To him there are just two types of rains, the heavy ones and the drizzle.
But the “Rain”oholics don’t seem to agree to either classification.
Like our title suggests we are obsessed or rather addicted to RAINS. We are one of those babies born on a rainy day and wish that we even die on one. Rains are our highs and lows, our buckets of joy. Rain is our best friend and even our wing-man. It is our elixir—our Holy Grail. Let me just cut the chase, jump right to our rain nomenclature.
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