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Ginger Hallo! I'm Ginger. Maybe you already knew that. Or maybe you didn't. Anyway, you know now, so the rest does not matter. Or does it?
They say I'm the only sane person living here. I wonder if they're right. Who're they, you ask? Well, the Webgibberer, I guess, and everyone who believes her. Don't ask me if you should believe her, because then I may let slip something I oughtn't to have mentioned. Oops. I haven't already said it, have I?

Webgibberer's Note: You may believe what Ginger says. Except what she hinted about me. Hoola!

Topic of the Month: Rain

Oh good! I get to talk about rain! Actually, I choose the topic for myself. But still, this is a treat.

You see, I happen to love rain. Especially if I have an umbrella, because rain does not just mean getting drenched. It means wearing thick shoes and splashing in puddles, and watching the water run along. Sometimes, the rainwater mixes with oil spilt on the road (now where does that come from?) and forms little rainbows on the ground. At least that's what they tell me (you know who they are). But personally, I have my own ideas about those rainbows. I have my own ideas about a lot of things.

So here's what I think. You know how when it rains sometimes a rainbow forms in the sky? Well, when the raindrops fall down to the ground, they take some of that rainbow in them, and we see those little bits in puddles. Nothing happens to the big rainbow, though, because new light and new rain keep reinforcing it.
Don't consider this feasible? Oh well. Actually, neither do I. But it is an idea.

If the weather remains warm while it rains, I like to get wet. But not just like that, for no reason. Much too sane, you see. So I think up an excuse for going out somewhere on foot, and off we go. My feet and I, I mean. So till now, I have gone off to shop for groceries, to get my bicycle repaired, to style my hair (it all got spoiled in the rain on my way back, though), and to make Mad Cook's Deep and Thoughtful Chocolate Cake Without Umbrella (a minor variation of the recipe he's letting you read). Other than that, I have considered going out to stop the neighbour's dog from barking, to water my plants, to take a shower without wasting resources, to sweep the road, and to search for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. But I did not do these because they seemed a bit far-fetched. Though, of course, no one here would have minded.

Sometimes we have to stay home on rainy days, no matter how hard we try to go out. Somebody or the other, or just our own conscience, or maybe laziness, stops us. I'm talking about myself here. Well, when that happens, I look out of the window and watch the rain falling on the leaves and shaking them, and I listen to its sound as it touches different surfaces. If no one complains, I open the window and sniff at the earth, and try to memorise its smell. Actually, I do have it memorised, but I still like to smell it first-hand. After a while I stick my hand out of the window and let the raindrops fall on it. And if I really want to experience the whole event, I pull my hand back in and lick the raindrops off them. There we go. The five senses satisfied, and without even going out.

So who here finds rainy days boring? Good Gibberish! After all I said? I only have five words to say to you: They are better than droughts.

But yes, I know floods are dangerous, too. Something in between is the best, as usual. And while I can end on an unusually wise not, goodbye!

Love,
Ginger.

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I'm waiting!

Other Chambers to Visit:
Mad Cook's Corner
Dr. Diditall's Clinic
Gibber Jabber