What a beautiful sound: rain.
A stream of water falling down and making music on the ground, cars, roofs, and people. And if you are lucky thunder will roll through and puncture the sound. I like to lie in bed, close my eyes, and imagine what kind of worlds rains have fallen on. From the plains of Africa to the forests of Canada, I would imagine the people, the animals, and the land.
Occasionally, I will wander around in the rain. It always surprises me when I see people running through the rain in a hurry to get out of it. Or I’ll see them bundle up from head to toe to stay dry.
I like being soaked.
Then after words I’ll make myself a cup of hot coco.
What does rain mean to you?