Posted as a reply to a friend's post
May. 16th, 2005 12:02 pmI love the rain. When you live in a place that only gets rain half the year, blue skies and endless sunshine get boring. Everything gets covered with grime because there is dew in the mornings to make it stick with no rain to wash it off. All the wild areas turn brown and tan except for the trees.
The rain washes everything clean. When the rainy season is going on, everything is so lush and green!
The rain makes me dance with my hands and face turned toward the sky. I love the feel of the drops splashing onto my skin and the soft wet grass tickling my bare feet. I love listening to thunder and watching nature's fireworks. Thunderstorms bring out the primal me, huddled in my cave with my mate, isolated from the world by the wild storm. The power in a thunderstorm is a reminder of the power in the universe, both terrible and soothing at the same time. The ocean has the same effect for me.
I know when I hand my troubles off to the universe I have no worries. The universe's strength to handle them is so much greater than my own.
The rain washes everything clean. When the rainy season is going on, everything is so lush and green!
The rain makes me dance with my hands and face turned toward the sky. I love the feel of the drops splashing onto my skin and the soft wet grass tickling my bare feet. I love listening to thunder and watching nature's fireworks. Thunderstorms bring out the primal me, huddled in my cave with my mate, isolated from the world by the wild storm. The power in a thunderstorm is a reminder of the power in the universe, both terrible and soothing at the same time. The ocean has the same effect for me.
I know when I hand my troubles off to the universe I have no worries. The universe's strength to handle them is so much greater than my own.