how do you protect yourself from any type of rain? or do you revel in getting soaked? (to be taken literally, to be taken metaphorically)
Until I decided to downsize and start carrying a smaller purse, I could fit an umbrella (and a notebook) in my purse. At the first sight of rain, the umbrella came out, ready to protect me. After I downsized, though, the umbrella had to go. I had to rely on weather.com to tell me of the sky's plans. If I stepped outside and saw rain coming down, I would run back to my room and grab my umbrella before braving the world. I love the rain. I love to hear the pitter-patter that it creates on the ground, on the roofs, and on the umbrella when I carry it. I don't like to get wet because of the rain, though. When I get wet, I usually get cold, and I don't enjoy being cold. Exposing myself to the rain is something I rarely do. When I do, the experience is either beautiful or horrid.
Somehow I think all this is written metaphorically as well.