In The Rain — Singin-

He doesn't run for cover. He doesn't curse the damp. Instead, he steps off the curb and into the gutter’s stream with the casual grace of a dancer finding his mark. The first splashes aren't annoyances; they are an orchestra tuning up. A lamppost becomes a partner, cool and steady, as he swings around it. His umbrella is not a shield, but a conductor’s baton.

The Deluge of Delight

This is not about love found or a problem solved. It is about the feeling after . The giddy, fizzy, can’t-help-but-smile relief of being perfectly, absurdly happy in an imperfect world. It's the knowledge that some storms aren't meant to be waited out. They're meant to be danced in. Singin- in the Rain

Because when your heart is singing, the only appropriate response is to let it rain. He doesn't run for cover