I love the rain.
I fell out of love with it from time to time when we lived in coastal Alaska. Sometimes it was tough when on day 46 you woke up again to clouds and pouring rain. The sunny days there were worth every drop though, truly. You pacific northwest folks know this. But here? It's just right. Often enough to keep everything beautiful and green and not so often that I don't love each little storm that rolls through.
If there is ever a time that I feel completely vulnerable and connected to the earth…. it is when the sky suddenly darkens and the thunder starts to rumble. When rain suddenly spills from the sky in heavy buckets. I can't explain it really…. but I just feel alive and connected to everything. Maybe it's the wanna-be-hippie in me or something… but it's deep rooted.
Can't you just feel the fresh start when the sun comes out after the rain? When every drop of water is transformed into bits of glittering light. The bit of hope in a soft rainbow. Oh I love it…. I really do.