I love the rain.
I don't know why but there's that strange and irrepressible feeling deep inside every time the sky gets dark and the clouds burst with water. It makes the world a little less dangerous for someone perpetually inflicted with chronic sentimentality like me.
I always like to consider rain as my element. It is during this time that I get to infuse sanity in a world gone mad and so confusing you need a break from the 'routinary'. I'm at my prime (or becomes incurably cheesy) every time I hear the rain battering the roof or the ground, or step outside and open my mouth for a few drops as I relish the cold enveloping the atmosphere.
As the rain conquers everything around and suspends the normal, I get to stuck myself with the realization that there is something more real to this ephemeral existence. That the world as we know it is not really "it". That you can not come to terms with your life until you close your eyes and quiet the confusion around you and within you. Ah, to make sense of the world!
And yeah, who knows, that as the rain fills and cements the cracks in the dry ground, it would also fill the human heart with hope and heal its brokenness. Do you get that? Or is that too cheesy? LOL.
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