I just love the rain. The smell, the sound, the feeling. The idea of it even. Nothing is better than being curled up in a warm room enjoying a cup of tea with a cozy sweater on. Listening to rain as it falls against the roof, creating a symphony all on it's own.
I used to hate the rain. It equated to frizzy hair and a day stuck inside.
However one day I had one of those moments. Those moments when everything feels exactly as it should. When you are exactly where you want to be.
This happened when I went to a festival in the middle of summer. And not only was there a severe thunderstorm, it was hailing. And freezing. I have been to Germany in the middle of winter and I don't think I have ever been so cold as on that day.
We decided to stay for half an hour. So we didn't feel like we had wasted our money. We were miserable. All we wanted to do was sit somewhere warm. But we forced ourselves to stay just for a little bit.
We ended up staying for 8 hours. Dancing in the rain. Moving with the music while lightening flashed overhead. My hair was dripping wet, mascara was running down my face, my clothes were soaked through.
And I have never felt more ok with myself. It didn't matter what I looked like, what I said, how I danced. I just was. I felt more alive than I ever had before. Everything in my life, all the insecurity and nervousness, seemed to wash away.
And you know, it's never really come back since. Maybe all it takes is a day of not caring about things that aren't important, of being who you are and not being ashamed of it, of enjoying life simply for what it is.
That is why I love the rain.
I used to hate the rain. It equated to frizzy hair and a day stuck inside.
However one day I had one of those moments. Those moments when everything feels exactly as it should. When you are exactly where you want to be.
This happened when I went to a festival in the middle of summer. And not only was there a severe thunderstorm, it was hailing. And freezing. I have been to Germany in the middle of winter and I don't think I have ever been so cold as on that day.
We decided to stay for half an hour. So we didn't feel like we had wasted our money. We were miserable. All we wanted to do was sit somewhere warm. But we forced ourselves to stay just for a little bit.
We ended up staying for 8 hours. Dancing in the rain. Moving with the music while lightening flashed overhead. My hair was dripping wet, mascara was running down my face, my clothes were soaked through.
And I have never felt more ok with myself. It didn't matter what I looked like, what I said, how I danced. I just was. I felt more alive than I ever had before. Everything in my life, all the insecurity and nervousness, seemed to wash away.
And you know, it's never really come back since. Maybe all it takes is a day of not caring about things that aren't important, of being who you are and not being ashamed of it, of enjoying life simply for what it is.
That is why I love the rain.
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<3, Mimi
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You got a nice post and nice blog.
Same as I you, I also love rain so much since I live in a tropical country and it is currently rainy season here:)
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Good post, enjoyed reading it.:D
***** Marie *****
allthingsmarie.com
The rain is my favorite--absolute favorite--thing in all the world. There's nothing like it and it's so much fun.
p.s. i posted your campaign!
Last night it was crazy pouring with rain and i had my window wide open and i was getting a little bit of rain coming through... it was so peaceful!!!