I love the rain. Here where I live we are getting a lot of rain this weekend and it reminded me of this descriptive passage I wrote many years ago...
The droplets of water fell from Heaven, pelting my skin and soaking through my clothes, but I didn’t care. I was at peace, my inner turmoil melting away. For once I was doing something unexpected and out of the confinements of everyday life. I felt like an artist that was painting a masterpiece and following her passion instead of surrendering to the laborious hours of the average man’s work week.
A gentle breeze kissed my face and rustled the trees, making them sway. I took a deep breath in through my nose. There’s just something so refreshing about the soft scent of rain and the pitter-patter of drops hitting everything from cars to grass, which filled my ears.
By now I was beginning to really feel the weight of my clothes. They sagged and clung in different places, making them uncomfortable, but it didn’t matter. Nothing could ruin this moment for me. I let my mind believe that beyond the pouring rain, there was no world. It had all been washed away until it was just a big blur of colors.
I tilted my head back, shut my eyes, and opened my mouth to welcome drops in. Maybe two or three actually hit the target before I began to twirl, feeling like a little girl again and I smiled. I was free.
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