I try to walk though life with arms open - ready, and excited. Why should I go though life with arms crossed? Prepared to block every emotion, feeling, or misery that crosses my path, or at times charges at me. And yes, living with open arms and spread fingers does mean I often catch rain, and I let it hit me where it may land - which often times is my heart. I let it hit me and I feel its chill. But, I feel. And if my arms were always crossed, though I may be able to block the rain from getting to me, I would then also suffer from never feeling at all. Which I believe is the more intolerable of the two.
Rain can be depressing, rain can be cleansing.