What is it about rain. About distant thunder rolling in.
About standing in the middle of a thunderstorm with your face up soaking in all
of the rain drops falling one by one.
Growing up in Mexico there are two seasons. Rainy season and
Dry season. In the dry season it gets hot, dry, dusty, and everyone starts
getting on edge. Especially my mother. I remember times when my mom would pray
for the rains to come. I remember my Senior year in high school and my best
friend and I were hanging at school after hours watching some of our guy
friends play basketball and it starting raining for the first time that season.
My best friend and I ran out from under the trees and just basked in the beginning
of the end of a dry season.
Do you know that fresh after rain smell? When you walk
outside after a thunderstorm and it smells musty still and the grass is alive
and thriving. That is what rain. Rushing water. A single drop of rain. Reminds me
of. It is a new beginning, a time to run out and have the rain wash away all of
your doubts. Hurts. Anger. Regrets. Anything unsaid. Everything is washed away
and you get to start fresh, revived. I say, run out into that rain! Enjoy life!
Enjoy feeling!
Rain. A waterfall. A shower. That first drop of rain to fall
and land on the tip of your eye lash. It all comes at the time when I need to
feel again. When I need to raise my face up and let it welcome in a new season
of my life.
Let it rain.
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