I know that it's cold when it rains, but somehow I always feel warm. It always got me thinking of a soothing image of me wearing my favorite sweater, getting cozy in my bed with a mug of hot chocolate in my hands and a book on my lap. Then I will take my eyes off the book occasionally to look out the window and see the rain drops on the window-pane. Every colors are more firm when it rains; the trees and grass are greener, the stone looks more gray, even the mud seems beautiful with its brownish color. Everything looks calmer and finally in unison. Like they at last put aside their differences and agree to savor in the rain.
I always sleep well when it's raining. The sound of the rain on the roof somehow relaxes me. Even if I'm happened to be walking outside or have to squeeze my self in a bus with no seat left, when I take a look out the window and see the rain, I feel home. And if I'm lucky enough to be standing near the window, I'll draw a smiley face on it just to show how happy I am. I don't understand when people feel annoyed when it rains. Sure it'll be inconvenience if I don't have an umbrella with me and can't afford getting wet because I'm on my way to work with all the heels I'm wearing and the laptop I'm holding, but still I will quietly take shelter with a smile on my face. Sometimes I open my palms up and let the rain drops gather like a tiny lake on my hands. I enjoy the moment when all I can do is stand there and watch the rain, let it rain. It takes you off your mundane business and force you to drop everything and relief your fatigue by taking refuge in the rain, not from the rain.
And of course I love when I can afford to get wet; when I do not have to bother getting my umbrella out. I will walk peacefully amidst the rain, letting my clothes soaked and the water drips from my hair. So I don't get the "you are raining on my parade" expression. I mean, now that's the parade is cancelled, why don't we dance in the rain instead? Oh I love dancing in the rain, I might as well descended from toad for all I know. When I was little, I made origami boats out of my notebook page and put them on the pool that the rain gathered in my front yard. The toads would be singing and I would be dancing to the music that the rain created when it fell to the earth. It was pure happiness, the feel of the rain pouring on you. I would pull my head back and opened my mouth to taste the rain; the rain drops hurt my face a little but it was a bliss moment nevertheless.
I also don't know why some associated the rain with sadness. In the movie they often make it rain on the funeral when somebody dies; or when a guy breaks up with his girlfriend and the girlfriend finds this urge to run to the nearest bridge and screams at the top of her lungs and finally sobs; or when a bitter truth is revealed (in this case the rain is usually preceded by a loud sound of thunder). My point is they usually make it rain when the actors are about to cry and I'd like to think about that fact as comforting. I mean, what is the best way to conceal your tears than crying in the rain? So, it's not "Great, after all that happened to me, now I'm alone, wet, cold, and dripping", but more like "Thanks God it's raining, now I can weep as much as I want because nobody will see the tears I shed". That's why, I somehow believe that the rain is romantic. Looking at the couple kissing in the rain or trying to get as close as possible under a tiny umbrella or even just the sound of water splashing when the kids running around in the rain; is romantic. The entire process when the sky turns gray, the lightning strikes, the sound of thunder, the rain starts to drop -you can actually smell it beforehand-, till it eventually stops and leaves some drops lingering on the tree branches; the whole thing makes me sentimental.
When the rain stops, you can feel this serenity like those quite moment before people starts clapping hands at the musical performance. You look around and you see people resuming whatever activities they were doing before the rain; you see the drops lingering on the bench, on the branches, on the roof; you see how clear the road is after the rain washed the dust away; you see your reflection on the pool of water that remained. Then you can see the sun shines through the clouds and there it is, not too far above as if you can reach it, hang the seven layer of beautiful colors, the passage to golden treasure; the rainbow. There's a longing that I have in my heart after the rain stopped, so I'll take any form of rain whenever it comes. The light drizzle that almost like the mist on a fall night, the sprinkle that covers your hair like the morning dew, the November downpour and even when it's raining cats and dogs. So the rain never stop me from having a wonderful day, it makes my day instead. I will put my hoodie and my sneakers on, grab my umbrella, and hum all my way out the door. Walking is the best way to travel in the rain anyway, if it's not dancing.
