Standing in a torrential downpour at a music festival, I realised that we are all equal when we’re soaking wet. We’re all as vulnerable as each other.
It doesn’t matter if you have an expensive haircut or a tailored suit on. All that matters is that you’re wet.
Maybe the rain can break down the communication barriers we suffer everyday. Maybe all meetings should be conducted in a rain storm where no-one has the upper hand.
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