Rain has been largely vilified in most cultures; it is inconvenient, it causes floods, it causes sickness. Rain is an amazing mood changer and defines our mood much more than we would like to admit. When the sky is a dull, sodden grey dominated by a constant, monotonous downpour medium-sized drops that feel much wetter than they look, you can’t help but feel a bit more down than you did before you looked out the window or walked out the door. But when we feel the light sprinkle of rain that seems to lift the hairs on our bodies and not dampening them, then see a rainbow, we’re surprised when we walk back inside and find that we are wet enough to wring ourselves out, and still have a smile on our faces. We attribute moods to the rain that match our own; in general we can’t help anthropomorphizing things and we do so quite often with all types of weather, especially rain. It is used in religious observations, in all kinds of welcoming ceremonies, as a libation, and we must have some form of water to sustain life. It seems strange then, that we have so much trouble with going out into the rain to get somewhere we want to or need to go, or that a random splash could horrify us. After all, we take baths and showers, don’t we?