So, it’s rainier season here in Singapore. And until mid-November, 2018, I never believed in umbrellas. Yes, I know they exist as a fact; but practically, I just didn’t believe they were for me.
Rain in central NJ can be spitting, can be steady all day, or can burst into a storm with thunder that shakes buildings and lightning that shorts power transformers. I’ve been stuck in a car for twenty minutes while the thunder shook my car and I was very thankful for the grounding power of rubber tires. I’ve heard the sirens of fire engines as they’ve come to extinguish flames from the roof of a home that had been ignited by lightning.
But I never habitually carried an umbrella.
I’ve been caught in sudden summer showers – warm sprinkles from heaven that refresh me and lighten my steps. I’ve encouraged my children to play in the rain. Splish, splash!
Raincoats and boots in the winter or swimsuits and bare feet in the summer…but never an umbrella!
Like who needs one? They are cumbersome, awkward, tie up a hand from being useful and honestly, if you bring one along it won’t rain, right?
I know the raindrops are bigger and the thunder is more violent and the lightning higher voltage (okay, I exaggerate!) here in Asia. I’ve been caught in a downpour in Malaysia, and went jogging during rainy season in Singapore but this past month I experienced something new.
How can it be that it can rain overnight, rain again as I wake up, the sun dries up everything, rain again at mid-morning tea time, the sun come out again, and then rain again right after lunch?
You just can’t predict when it will rain. Recently, I got stuck waiting an hour for a storm to pass after I already was soaked through. I am now more humble in my attitude about umbrellas.
To church, to the office, to the grocery store, to the bus stop – I carry an umbrella.