Give me a rainy day in the summer when it’s warm and I’ve got nowhere to be but home.
I love when the rain pours down at an angle, warm and pelting — that moment when you have to laugh in mock-despair, realizing that the umbrella you’re holding up is completely useless, because the downpour has figured out a workaround to soak you.
Put a point up on the scoreboard for nature, clutch your bag closer to the side of your chest;
Grimace, laugh, groan, roll your eyes, dash — whatever you do, you’re soaked.
Might as well laugh about it, enjoy it somehow.
I love when the rain coats the bark on the trees so heavily that it lights up the network of lichen that lives there, something you normally wouldn’t pay much attention to. With the cloud cover, with the coat of rain painting everything, it is both darker and lit up in a strange way that sunlight alone can’t manage; lichen and leaves more vibrant as they drink in the water, the light of shop signs soft and hazy through the falling rain.
I love the sound of rain starting to fall and then suddenly picking up in intensity.
I don’t remember ever feeling afraid of thunderstorms when I was little — just in awe of them, like all my senses were heightened, and I was experiencing something supernatural.
What a luxury, to be able to sit indoors, warm and dry, and watch through a window, as the rain falls.
I feel a small moment of camaraderie when I get in out of a storm, dripping slightly, to see others folding away umbrellas, wiping glasses clean, shaking droplets of water from the backs of their hands, the cuffs of their sleeves. Everyone grumbling, but ready to start a day of work, completely insulated from the weather outside.
Chalk one up for nature — hell, chalk one up for human ingenuity, too.
I love when the rain lets up and there are visible droplets sticking to the stems, leaves, and petals of plants, the way they reflect the light. The sound of water rushing into drains after a storm — and that particularly warm sort of sunlight that filters down when the cloud cover starts to part.
Who doesn’t do a double-take at a rainbow?
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I woke up this morning to the soft rumble of an oncoming thunderstorm while buried under the covers of my bed, got caught in the rain out walking in the afternoon, floated under my umbrella all the way home.
