Rain.

I was just outside campus when it started to rain. Not a storm, just a little sky water, gentle and sweet. And then people around me covered their heads, worried looks on their faces. 
Well it got me thinking. Why do all these people run away from the rain? Why don't they just accept it?
And then it hits me.
I'm not accepting the rain, she's accepting me. Any day soon she could decide to stop happening and I'd be left here in this world, rainless. Rainless!