Rain on Me.

I have always loved rain. The sound of the droplets hitting the roof and windows, the fresh scent during and after the fall, the soothing effect it has on my nerves. Most of all, I adore thunder storms. I used to say that I loved thunder storms because they were a bit like me:

Reckless. Unpredictable. Intense.

In some ways thunder storms are still like me ... I'm not quite as reckless as I used to be but I'm still quite unpredictable at times - I can surprise you like a loud crash of thunder ;) As for intensity ... I think it amounts to passion. Whatever emotion I'm feeling, it takes over everything. I have such a volatile temper when I'm angry. When I'm happy, I'm ecstatic. When I'm sad, I do actually have a small depression. I have also rarely been known to do things with only half a heart; if I really want to achieve something or attain something, I go for it with everything I have. There are definitely instances where I hold myself back and it kills me a bit inside, keeping all the emotion to myself but then I sit down and write and keep writing until my hand cramps and I have no more words.

Rain also brings back some of my fondest memories: the massive puddle war with my besties in the ninth grade, writing one of my favourite poems, walking to the train station from school with a certain someone that switched sides with me on the sidewalk so I wouldn't have to step in the puddles as I was wearing flats, discovering the true meaning behind "drunken words are sober thoughts."

I don't know how people can not like rain ... I love it.

<3