I love the rain.
I used to despise it, tolerating it only because of the necessary part it played in life. But after the previous weeks of rain all day, every day, I’ve come to realize that rain is not as it first seems.
“I’ve come to love the rain in all its tempests and its moods. I love its every angry storm and wistful drizzle; every frightening unleashing of power and every shower so light it would make a baby cry. I love the rain.
I suppose it makes me seem rather moody and, well, emo. But I’m not. I still adore beautiful weather. I love bright sunny days full of sharp colors and heady fragrances.
But rain, oh rain, you are something different. Of its own category. Deliciously dangerous, yet safe. Angry torrents of meekness.
There’s nothing to understand about beautiful weather. But there is so much more, oh, so much more in rain than meets the eye.
You and I, rain, are from ‘the same tribe of Jacob’.” - September 23rd, 2oo9
And that’s why I love rain.
"I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face."
Katherine Mansfield
"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby."
Langston Hughes
And on a more humorous note:
"If I were running the world I would have it rain only between 2 and 5 a.m. Anyone who was out then ought to get wet."
William Lyon Phelps
11.20.2009
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