After I worked out today, I went into the kitchen for a bottle of water and saw the pouring rain out my patio door. There are few times I can think of wanting to feel the rain more. Without a thought, I went out and stood in the rain. English rain is cold, but today it felt incredible. I live in a very public place, but in that kind of weather there was wasn't a soul in sight. I thought about twirling, but the grown up in me squashed the notion. What I did do though was close my eyes and raise my chin toward the sky to let the rain fall on my face. In my mind I slowed it all down and took it in. I swear in those few moments I felt every drop.
I've always loved the rain. I love the sound of it and like to open the windows and listen to it while drifting off to sleep on stormy nights. Even as a child I would love to go out and play in. When I got older, I found it sensual and and dreamed of romantic moments that would play out under dark clouds, surrounded by grey tones. I loved the thought of the emotion of the moment adding color to the experience. Eyes would seem brighter, lips redder... These moments would be moments frozen in time to never be forgotten.
English rain ruined it for me when I moved here. It all too often comes down sideways and an umbrella holds no shelter or escape. It's cold and the sort of rain the stings on impact. More times, than not, there is no joy in English rain showers, but today for a few moments, I remembered why I've always loved the rain.