The joy of rain

On a rather lovely summer’s day, through the mountains, some drops of rain began to fall. Asked if I loved this kind of weather I answered with a strong “No. Nope. Not in a million years.”

I lied.

Now, instead of giving a response to the obvious “Why?” probably mouthed in this second, I want to ask you something:

Have you ever smelled the air after rain?

It’s so crisp and rejuvenating, immersing your senses into pure bliss. If you’re surrounded by green and blue the experience is breathtaking…

The shapes and the colours of the clouds compose unique scenery, depending on the hours of the day.

You could debate that what I really appreciate is the aftermath of this weather’s phenomena. You wouldn’t be wrong.

Still, imagine going on a trek and then the sky pours gallons and gallons of water on your head. Let me put it like this: it’s not going to be the best of days. Then again you have a laugh until you get a cold.

But, the sensations of droplets invading your skin and clothes are unspeakably comforting. It makes me walk, not run. Then again, when you’re on the run, one must walk.

Let’s change the possible scenarios from day time to night time. An evening or a midnight rain gives you solace even if it’s for a couple of moments. You feel engrossed into a cocoon, safe and loved, far away from the elements that are cherishing the dusty ground.

So, take one step in front of the other. Inhale and exhale, the rainbow’s right around the corner.