I woke up this morning to super heavy rain, that I could barely see the buildings in front as I looked out from the balcony. I felt blinded by the rain as I stood still and stared blankly.
Suddenly my mind snapped out of its blankness and started shuffling with reminisces of old times. Like a play in my head, different scenes of different people, different times, different places flashed thorough again and again. In all scenes, there was a common theme...rain. I heard the peter-patter-peter-patter of the sounds of rain, I saw rain drops splattering on the trees, making them dance...was a good feeling. I like rain, brings back loads of memories, nice and bad, these scenes make up little experiences I gathered for the last 25 years. Rain calms me down (I also enjoy sitting in the car, with blasting music as rain pours down...extremely therapeutic!).
I wish I could run out and dance in the rain, wet myself from head to toe, laugh myself silly, embrace the here and now with open arms accepting the rain for what it is and perhaps drop myself in a puddle of water and have the rain drops drip all over me. It would also be nice to snuggle under covers in my room. Nicer still if there was someone with me. We could share breakfast in bed, watch a nice movie, or have Norah Jones (somehow to me Norah Jones and rainy days are always paired together) in the background as we sip hot chocolate? Nice!
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