On Rain and Freedom

The rain is beautiful because its fresh and new. its different from dawn, because the rain touches you, in a way the sunlight doesnt.

You hear the thunder and see the lightning, and you’re scared, but with the first drops of rain on your face, you forget your fear. It’s liberating. If you ever got wet in the first rains of the season, you know the feeling I’m talking about.

There’s something about the freedom of your parents letting you get wet in the rain, letting you do do this one crazy thing in an otherwise closeted childhood. Somehow you associate rain with freedom going onwards. It’s that bit of your childhood you can’t really let go of, and don’t want to in a sense.

Because, really, how many times in your post adolescent life have you really felt FREE?

I love the rain.


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