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Why I love the rain

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.

Comments

Mimi said…
i totally agree with everything you said on this post! you are such a talented writer! :)

<3, Mimi
http://whatmimiwrites.blogspot.com/
Brandi said…
Beautiful post. Rain is one of my favorite things too -- thunderstorms are the best and so rare here. They always remind me what it's like to live in the moment, to be alive.
Karliiiiita said…
I've seen your comment in From me, with love so I decided to visit yours too:)
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:)
continue posting..
try to visit my blog too.thank you:)♥
Danelle said…
aww that is so nice. its had to let all of your walls come down. but every now and then.. its so nice to just not care. i loved this post <3
Marie said…
I love rain too!:D

Good post, enjoyed reading it.:D

***** Marie *****
allthingsmarie.com
AmyK said…
Aw, I love this post.

The rain is my favorite--absolute favorite--thing in all the world. There's nothing like it and it's so much fun.
becky said…
I love rain too but not for such an enlightening and beautiful reason as you. I just love its feel; its sense of winter (my favourite season).
k said…
i adore the rain too - i'm totally happiest when it's raining!
Joyti said…
What a lovely post. I like the rain too...
Gracie said…
Such a beautiful post! Sometimes the rain is so special. It can be so very free!
iheartkiwi said…
I have always loved the rain... My favorite thing is the smell of the Arizona desert afterwards. So fresh and clean and new.
kara lynn said…
i wish it rained more in utah. something about the rain makes my bones tingle with excitement and relaxation all at the same time. God's way of cleansing the earth. beautiful.

p.s. i posted your campaign!
Alyssa said…
Festivals plus rain is just awesome. everyone just loses their cares and dances like crazy. :)

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!!!

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