As long as I can remember I have loved rain. The fresh smell of wet earth that it creates, the way it makes windows cool to the touch and distorts the view from them, the wet squelch of tires turning on pavement... All of it is so powerful and so full of energy. It is just so cathartic to me to stand outside in the rain and look up at the clouds, as cliche as that sounds. The sensation of it all as the rain runs down my skin just seems to wipe everything clean and allows me to start fresh.
If I weren't currently in my pajamas, I would run outside right now. Maybe I would sit on my porch or lay on my tramp. I would forget myself and all of the things I should be doing and just be as the rain came down on me. Then I would come back inside, a small smile on my face. Once again reassured that I am fine and I will make it through the next two weeks. Nothing that has been done or said would be remembered as I would walk up to my room to go to bed, ready to face tomorrow.
As it is, I open my window as wide as it goes and lean against the window sill as the rain falls onto my face through the screen. It may not be as pure, the net designed to keep bugs and other creatures out holds me in from the storm, but it still refreshes me and reminds me to keep going strong.
