While watching the TV show "Alone", I was surprised at how many people were incapacitated by rain.

Some claimed they couldn't work on projects, others talked about how dreary rain was, and some even experienced noticable depression.

For thousands of years, humans have prayed for rain. It was undeniable that rain is needed for life to happen. It was obvious that rivers swelled with rain water, and crops would stand tall. This miracle of nature was desired, revered, and appreciated.

What happened? Was "Winnie The Poo" part of an industrialization psy-op? Why did people go from dancing in the rain to trying to run from it?

It's one of the purest forms of nature that even city dwellers can enjoy, yet it is despised by many. Even outdoorsy people, in a survival situation, are viewing the most life-giving substance on the planet with disdain.

I find it refreshing to see notes like this. Someone that can openly observe instead of practicing what she's been served.

Enjoy the rain! Enjoy life!

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