Raindrops keep falling on my head

Today, in a fabulous rainy day, I didn't run. I walked easily thorough the rain and let the drops fall on my face and off the tip of my nose, and I was happy, remembering the first time I got drunk with the deer, singing "Raindrops keep falling on my head". I laughed at the trolls being mad with the cold and the rain, at the bus which had a leak through which tiny drops of water fall on a guy's bag, at me taking myself too serious and at me secretly wishing that, for once, I could be a duck too, because ducks never get wet.

And suddenly, with the hot tea and on the phone with some pet i love, all was fine.