Unlike most, I love the rain. It’s one of the rare times I feel alive. The rain renews life, it takes away the pain. In it’s place is happiness.
This is how I have always felt about the rain. It started when I was younger. I went to a funeral for a relative in a different state. I noticed that the rain fell during the service and after everything was renewed and the pain was subsiding.
When it rains I feel alive. I see with opened eyes, the flowers are vibrantly colored, the birds sing beautiful songs, the grass is sparkling with diamonds, the air is crisp, the sun bright in the sky. My lungs become full of fresh, new air. I can do anything.
I can only imagine that this must be how someone whose got a second chance at life feels. Invincible, full of life, ten feet tall, indestructible, happy. There is nothing I can’t do.
I love the rain.