Rain

When I was doing my hair this morning, I remembered the words of a dear friend yesterday in Seminary: "You should straighten your hair tomorrow..." I sighed and got out my straightener. Why not? I hadn't done it in a while and I had the time.
It takes me about half an hour to straighten my hair; today it was almost exactly that. I finished, almost forgetting to turn off my straightener; the last time I forgot, my baby sister stepped on it and... well.
As soon as I got downstairs, my daddy noted that it was raining. I looked out the window and mentally denied this comment; it wasn't raining. It was pouring. My daddy dressed in a rain suit to go check on the chickens. I asked my mom for a ride to school; if I rode my bike my hair would become a waste of time. School was school; nothing much different except that I got a lot of comments on my hair. If I straightened my hair every day, I wondered to myself, would I get this many comments when I left it curly?
Lunch came around, and more rain. I went over to sit with my sister and her friends, but my sister was in line for her food, so I just sat next to one of her friends and talked about the rain. Then we decided that it would be worth the wet to go and dance in it. We went outside and pranced in the rain; my hair was quickly soaked almost to the second layer. The two of us decided to go inside and find more dancing partners. We got mostly denials. This caused me to wonder why people are all so afraid of other people. We're all people; what's the difference between a wet person and a dry one? How about the difference between a dancing person and one who's stationary? Most of us spend our time watching the precious few who will go out and dance in the rain, who will put themselves out. But there's so much of the people that watch that no one ever sees. Isn't it sad?