My love life is boring me to tears…
Actually its not am currently doing ok. Sorry. Just I seem to live my life in lyrics . Listening to the rainfall is the like the sweetest music in the world. The gift of life. Without which the world would be a hot barren desert. There’s a reason plants can’t get enough of it. How much healing and goodness is hidden in the depths of a rainforest?
Rain is cathartic. Alot of my troubled youth at boarding school was spent hiding outside singing in the rain. The pelting of it on my skin a pleasure/pain crucible that cleansed me of wrong. When I was dragged back inside with a strict telling off I would hide out in the shower
Rain is not given enough credit. We have enough of it here in the UK but some people will never get used to it. Never enjoy it. Never run naked dancing in the rain… feeling its kiss upon your skin.
I know I know that’s totally stupid and irresponsible and I would catch a chill… but would I?
Isn’t that just another old wives tale? I can see the problem with staying in wet clothes and not being able to get dry. This is the problem most people have with it. For once why don’t you just tip your face up to it and feel it. Stop and enjoy it for a few minutes before dashing back for cover. It’s one of the secret pleasures of life. Stop for a moment and truly live. Let your skin soak it in and let it wash you clean. Breathe in the fresh damp smells about you.
Go on. I dare ya.
There’s that and umbrellas are the tools of the devil. being a clumsy person I’d be taking people’s eyes out with it. They block the view of others at events. If you really want to stay dry get one of those pac’a'mac things and have it with you at all times.
In the rain the pavement shines like silver, all the lights are misty in the river, in the darkness, the trees are full of starlight. (Les Mes)