I have always enjoyed the rain as far as i know. From my earliest memories i can pluck images of sheets of rain slashing down everywhere around me. The world covered in a grey blanket, creating an illusion of mystery where i forget, for a moment, what i have seen across the road too many times to count. The childlike exhilaration fuels my mad dashes from balcony to tree, whatever affords any protection. But i didn't need the protection, it was all a game trying not to get wet, getting soaked was of course, the reason for the game.
I still love the rain, although it takes a special occasion to get me to play in it anymore. Its been a long while since i have been moved to a game of frisbee during a nighttime shower. Or had reason to splashed in a public fountain while everyone else fighting with there umbrellas. But i must admit i am pretty sure i would, or will, if a time and place presents itself.
There comes a problem though, with not playing in the rain, that i have recently realized as I awoke one afternoon at two. If your not out there, pounding through it, racing into it, inevitabely being soaked by it. Your heart doesn't get going, and there is a coldness to the rain, that starts to seep in. This particular afternoon it kept me in bed, it was all i could do to reach up and close the window and wait for the warmth to return.
The cold has always been there i think. I have just been running too fast to notice it, its never caught up to me before, and until that 'morning' i have always come out of the rain dripping and smiling. This time was different, i didn't get soaked, I wasn't smiling.
So now i have turned up the heat in my home and the windows will find themselves closed in the evening. Its for winter of course, i can feel it coming. I mean, i can still watch the storms right...
Always in the Word
-Cray
I still love the rain, although it takes a special occasion to get me to play in it anymore. Its been a long while since i have been moved to a game of frisbee during a nighttime shower. Or had reason to splashed in a public fountain while everyone else fighting with there umbrellas. But i must admit i am pretty sure i would, or will, if a time and place presents itself.
There comes a problem though, with not playing in the rain, that i have recently realized as I awoke one afternoon at two. If your not out there, pounding through it, racing into it, inevitabely being soaked by it. Your heart doesn't get going, and there is a coldness to the rain, that starts to seep in. This particular afternoon it kept me in bed, it was all i could do to reach up and close the window and wait for the warmth to return.
The cold has always been there i think. I have just been running too fast to notice it, its never caught up to me before, and until that 'morning' i have always come out of the rain dripping and smiling. This time was different, i didn't get soaked, I wasn't smiling.
So now i have turned up the heat in my home and the windows will find themselves closed in the evening. Its for winter of course, i can feel it coming. I mean, i can still watch the storms right...
Always in the Word
-Cray
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