I love the rain. I've said it before, but its true. there is something unbelievable free, purifying and soothing about the rain. Yet still, fiercely terrifying. Be it sheets of icy daggers pummeling the world from the sky or a fine mist dusting the world with iridescent droplets of light its all just a little magical. Today, I was in a terrible mood. I took my car to the shop yesterday, I had to walk to work on a wet day like today. It didn't rain but after four miles of trudging along the water penetrated my work shoes so I got to work the rest of the day with soggy wet shoes. After eight hours of walking around in wet shoes me and my prune-y feet got to walk the four wet miles home. Except by then it had started to rain. the fist couple miles are miserable and merely work to make me madder. however by the last little bit of my trek I'm soaked completely through and my grey mood can only get lighter.
I may have strawberry blond hair, but I have a red headed temper. A temper exceedingly hard to reign in. As the rain droplets soaked my already saturated cloths I felt my anger, annoyance and frustration simply wash away. Even living in the Pacific Northwest surrounded by rain and water I still find it inexplicably soothing and healing whatever the weather.
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