Sometimes I go on walks in the rain. I don't bring an umbrella or rain coat. Sometimes, I don't even wear shoes. I like to feel the rain drops trickle down my hair. I like the splashes of rain on my skin. I like to look up and let the rain soak my face, the water getting caught in my eyelashes.
I don't know why, but there's something calming about being in the rain. No one else is around me. I am contentedly alone. I feel free to be alive in whatever way I feel.
My neighbors probably question my sanity, but I truly don't care. I smile and wave at them whenever they notice me. Sometimes I listen to music, sometimes I talk to myself, sometimes I dance, and sometimes I just walk; taking in my surroundings.
For as long as I can remember, I've loved the rain. It's therapeutic for me. I don't know whether it's the rain itself, or the environment it creates, but either way it's special to me.
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Dearest Molly, I believe we are kindred souls! Sometimes (so very oddly) there is nothing better than the feeling of wet grass between your toes, the tasteless taste of drizzle on your tongue, dreary clouds when you're feeling a bit dreary yourself... It can truly clear the mind. Have you ever tried a white noise machine with rain sounds while trying to sleep? So pleasant!
This was lovely to read: It was as if a narrator's voice were opening the first scenes of a movie.
Thank you so much for taking the time to write such a detailed response.
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