Rain. What is it about rain that feels so liberating?

There´s something about running in it that makes it feel as if your troubles have been washed clean right off of you. Perhaps, for me, it´s a reminder of burden free days when I was a mere child. That is when I developed a love for the rain afterall. The sound of thunder and the sight of lightning tearing the skies apart was always so appealing.

Many times, I found myself walking alone, soaked to the bone. Thoughts running rampant in my mind. But always the constant beat of the rain showers calmed me. Even now, as I sit here smoking yet another cigerette, watching the waves of rain. An inner calmness has found it´s way into me. For this brief moment, I am sane. For this brief moment I am me. Suddenly, my thoughts make more sense. I realize that as bad as things are right now, it doesn´t help to sulk. Sure, it can be depressing, infuriating even. BUT SHIT HAPPENS. Then life goes on. It always does, with you or without you. Might aswell enjoy the ride.