I love the rain unconditionally. I certainly have no problems walking in it, in fact, the other day (I think it was Monday) when I went over to Rosslyn to get some more mop (modern organic products) shampoo and conditioner it poured. Leigh (my stylist and good friend) had been standing with me underneath some cover out in front of the salon where she works and we were having a nice conversation when all of a sudden the onslaught began. I found myself edging out from under the cover to allow the drops to hit and bounce off of my hand. At some point, I extended my entire arm out into the rain. The time was 4:15 p.m. when Leigh mentioned that she still had not eaten lunch. She asked me if I was staying or going and to that I replied that I was trying to make that determination. She went inside without a further sound and I proceeded to make my way home. My clothes were soaked and I was completely drenched by the time I arrived there. I removed my jeans, socks, and shirt out in the hallway, so as to not bring all of that water inside of the apartment with me. My things were eventually hung on the rack, what I place inside the bathtub on laundry days, to dry out. I pulled the blue flannel coat covered with suns, moons, and shooting stars (that really could have been made a robe if my mum had sewn a tie to go along with it) over my shivering body and settled down on the couch with my book. I didn't get up until I had completely finished with it.
I prefer to be inside reading in bed when it rains. Hearing the sound that it makes as it taps on the windows sends waves of chills through me and I consequently bury myself deeper beaneath the blanket and that gives me a warm and cozy feeling. What makes a moment like that even more perfect is the presence of burning candles interspersed throughout the background. I'm really hoping it rains again today. I've been saving picking my book up for when it does since storms were in the forcast.
-- CrystalShiloh @ 04:41 PM