I love rain!
I love it in every shape and form. Everything about it. From the very begining, when royal-palm-tree leaves start to shake, clash together and sway in the singing wind that moves them, grooves them. You look up and you can't quite see it yet, unless you aim for a dark spot. The softest, roundest, smoothest, kindests shards of glass descent in slow motion, caress those they land on, refresh and rejuvenate the life-beat-eye skin. Sometimes it escalates fast and abruptly, but that's not my favorite kind. You can't savor it when it's too fast. No, I like it when it builds. You can hear it coming...
As I walk the drops land heavier and begin increasing frequency - my heart beats, follows the crescendo. The sky is dark, but somehow anywhere my feet and eyes can reach is brighter. The leaves of the trees have their moment to shine, have all the glory of the beauty and the majesty the possess be attributed to them alone. Undivided atention. Just as a woman's hair is right after she leaves the shower. Beautiful, natural, glowing.
People pop open umbrelas.
Not me.
They begin to look for shelter and abandon the streets.
Not me.
I enjoy the streets more than even. I let my hair down and walk, owning the ground under my feet.
This is the moment that makes me unique! I know where I'm going, I'm not scared of the adversities that might hit me later: right now I am a woman in her full force, unlike any you've ever seen. I'm unmatched, I'm strong and beautiful... and begining to get soaking wet without a spare change of clothes.
Let's run then.
The orquestra begins. The speeding stomping of my feet and sound the of puddles being dryed up, followed by the intensifying wave of rain sets the crescendo into corse. I can hear my own heart beat. My God! I had forgoten how much I love running. The birds singing amist the storm serve the purposeof cymbols and chimes and on goes the music. The car horns are the guitars, their engines and the bass and cellos. Then thunder hits and lightning strikes: in come the drums! My favorite part!
I'm already soaking, the constant drops on my eye lashes are clouding my vision, so it's my turn to give in and look for shelter.
The sound of the Niagara falls and the snake thin land and water slides all over the ground are quite the live-painting. I could stay here all day. But it fades, ends, gives way for the people to re-crowd the streets. People think cloudy days are all gloomy. They're only gloomy for me when it stops raining. Then again, I still have the glow the rain leaves everywhere. My personal parting gift is how I see it. It reminds me it was just here, keeps me comfort now it's gone.
Come to think of it, the only thing I don't like about rain is how cold it can get. I've been told I look prettier when I'm cold, and that's very nice, warms my heart - but not my body.
No, wait... I am a big fan of the cold too. It buys me permission to have a very specific set of arms wrapped around me. I wouldn't trade that embrace for anything in the world. Not even for rain. But that's not how it goes.
I close the door behind me and I'm greeted with a towel and a kiss... I soar.
So yeah, bring on the rain! Bring on the cold and the soaking, the towel and the shaking, the embrace and the kissing.
If you'll excuse me, someone's waiting.
I love rain.
