Raindrops Entice Realistic Ecstasy
It rained here all afternoon. And it made me want to dance. I was trapped inside working, but through the window I watched with wonder at the swirling grey clouds and listened intently to the constant pitter-patter of droplets on the rooftop. The simplicity of the storm triggered something inside of me. And I couldn't help but smile and laugh and sing. Something about the rain frees me.
When nothing else can bring me to life, the pounding of the sky's tears can grapple the deepest parts of me and yank them to the surface. In those moments, I want to be able to fly. I want to drift toward the all-consuming, angry clouds and watch them create their split-second attacks. I want top feel the heat of the moment, feel the deafening crack of electricity and be at one with the workings of Mother Nature's splendor. I wish I could watch everything up close and personal, in slow motion. I want to feel the looming animosity of recoiling thunder waves. Thunder is disheveling to the soul. But I could listen to it forever, feel its ultimate power tear through my frame. I want to experience the workings of everything around me in a way I don't know and can't even appreciate with the way I'm living now. The pounding of the rain on pavement rattles my brain and tousles my thoughts. But the storm has such an affect on me. Almost like it has the power to make me one with the earth surrounding me. The rain is all-encompassing. Freeing. It's like the weather knows me better than I know myself. Like it can fix me.
Rain is mystifying, intense, erosive, pure. If you allow it to, it can wash away all doubts, fears, pains, insecurities. It can make you feel alive. Rain is magic, and dancing in rain is liberating. I never want to see the rain as dull, depressing, or disorienting. For me, rain will forever be a solace from the struggles of everyday living.
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