Rain...

Listen to the rhythm of a falling rain, telling me just what a fool I've been.

it's true. The rhythm of the rain is amazing. I don't know why, but even though you can't go outside in the rain, I love the rain. I have this obsession with the rain. I love walking in it. Especially if I KNOW i'll get drenched. I don't know. It's calming. And refreshing. Walking in the rain, that is.

It's been raining for about 6 days straight. It's flooding now, and creating a mess all over the state. Do I care? Of course NOT. I just love the calming nature of it. It speaks a song unheard by the newscasters and people whose basements have flooded. The song of spring.

Yeah, I'm crazy.

The rain tells me secrets I'm not sure I want to hear about myself.
That I am crazy. And many things. I've only managed to successfully walk in the rain alone once and that was a MONTH ago. It was amazing until some highschool-bighead yelled obscenities at me for being stupid. For walking in the rain.
I was going to scream back at him,
" WELL, I LIKE the rain."
I was taking a spring walk. I was walking down to the elementary school and hanging around. Swinging on the swings. Reminiscing. That kind of thing, and I was feeling good. Exhilarated. That guy made me question my motives. My motives for walking in the calm. For experiencing a good feeling. For being nostalgic. He turned that experience into a hard one until I remember the rain.
The sky hasn't rained this much in this town for a while, so I think it's a great break.
When we aren't on the roads, and are warm. Inside.

I love the rain.
`maithreyi