Once upon a time, there was a city named Jerusalem that got hit by a winter windstorm.
It carried two girls away in its whirlwinds
and dropped them...
...at the front gates of the most beautiful palace. The one girl laughed, while the other girl cried as she laughed. Getting caught in the rain was such a fun thing.
The two girls helped other stranded, storm-stricken students,
and they all lived happily ever after.
The End.
We have so much fun all together here! Last Sunday a group of us trekked North to the neighbors place, Hebrew University - 'tis a typical thing we do. We skip over there occasionally for its faster internet connection for the purpose of blogging, some people Skype, some like to eat the U's pizza. Well Jerusalem has had some pretty amazing storms within the last two weeks (kindly reminding us all that it really is the middle of winter), and we were lucky enough to get caught in a brutal one on our walk back home. The rain pelted our faces like tiny paint balls, and we loved every soaking second of it.
Rainstorms are one of my very favorite things. I did my best to whistle, skip around street lamps, and belt "Singin' in the Rain" as we ran through the storm. After making it through the classic first verse, I found myself at a loss of words for the second verse. Feeling that that was quite unacceptable, I did my research and found the remainder of the song. Here it is:
Why am I smiling
And why do I sing?
Why does September
Seem sunny as spring?
Why do I get up
Each morning and start?
Happy and head up
With joy in my heart
Why is each new task
A trifle to do?
Because I am living
A life full of you.
Did you have any idea that the rest of the song is that good? Oh, I love it! "The grand and the simple. They are equally wonderful," said Sister Marjorie P. Hinckley. All of my experiences here easily ring true to her wise statement. Getting caught in that storm last week was just as fun and thrilling as our most recent field trip: sliding and sloshing through the ancient, underground tunnel of Hezekiah - yes, the Hezekiah spoken of 2 Kings 18:1-7 (he was one of Judah's few righteous rulers near the end). Simply stated, in both instances I laughed and grew closer to friends. I learned. Above all, I counted myself very, very blessed.