No matter what country I'm traveling in, I love when it rains. There's a feeling of survival instincts that takes over me. I want to walk, run and explore in the rain. Unfortunately, here in Thailand the rain is not so clean. The rain captures a percentage of the air pollution and brings it to our level down on the ground. It's very acidic which it's not very healthy.
On a positive note, gray skies, rain and people in it gives me hope to persevere. I love taking photos when it rains. I have a small series of photos capturing the local Thai people of Bangkok, Thailand heading home on their bicycles in the pouring rain. Rainy season
I remember growing up as a kid, my brother and I would ride our bikes to school every morning until the 8th grade. My father did not like paying for school lunches so we had to make our own lunches. Peanut butter and grape jelly was our drug of choice. Riding bikes to school never made us feel any less of a person just more independent. My father would put our sandwiches and snacks in brown paper bags. One morning it started to rain. My brother and I would never think of putting our sandwiches in our backpacks because this would smoosh the bread. We would wrap the brown paper bags around our handle grips to keep them from further damage. That morning it rained on us so much that our brown bag specials were tearing apart. I hit that one big uneven sidewalk slab and my lunch came flying out. We were going downhill and my brother was behind me and ran over my sandwich with both bicycle tires. I was so upset. He just laughed and kept riding. I went back to retrieve my sandwich with his tire mark going right down the middle of it. I picked it up out of the puddle it fell in and just cried.
I look back now after all these years, it's a really funny story to tell now. My point of the story is that no matter what life hands us, we take it and keep riding through the storm.
By the way, I still ate my soggy sandwich.