Passion in the Rain

 (It's not what you think)

Today's post involves playing in the rain. ^ That's me playing in the rain.

There's something about rain that really gets to me. In a good way. I live for rain, basically. That's why I want to live in London someday. Or Washington. Pretty much, if it rains a lot, I'll love it.

So yesterday's amazing rain storm (half an hour of pure Part Two downpour, as I call it) made my life complete for the time being. I spent the entire time standing out getting soaked to the skin, simply because I didn't want to miss a moment of it. There's something about the feel of cool water falling down from the sky, about the fresh smell that can't be replicated, about the water rushing down the gutters in a frenzied race...

If I go too long without rain, I tend to get a little crazy. I don't know if I've always been like this, but I think part of it stems from my novel (hence the Part Two downpour). I've given seven years of my life to a character who almost constantly lives in the rain. I've definitely become a part of him, and he has become a part of me, and sometimes I wonder if we're not really the same person. He craves rain almost as much as I do. I just hope it's for different reasons...

Anyway, I just wanted to share this passion, because we all need some of that in our lives. If we have something we love hard enough, whether it be rain, a person, a story, a pet, or anything, there will always be that something for us to hold on to so we don't get blown away when life hits us hard. 

Because life is always coming.