Was listening to Gene Kelly’s Singing in the Rain and the sheer audacity of his optimism struck me. Singing in the rain?! SINGING?! I don’t know where it was raining for him (though I suspect it must have been Alberta since he talks about the clouds chasing everyone away, and as every Albertan knows, the rain here is ice-cold and hard—no one sings in it. Curses in it, maybe).
But I couldn’t help but think of what he was doing: in a bad situation finding a moment of celebration. Turning the rain into a dancing partner. Glorying in the challenge presented to him.
I think Gene Kelly had something here, folks.