March 18, 2015
One thing that most people know about me is that I really love the rain. I love breathing in the humidity on a cool day.
Something about rain is so peaceful. It's very calming, maybe even therapeutic to me. I don't even mind getting my clothes wet. Then again, I'm not one to care too much about how I look.
Yuki and Kyo find it weird that I go outside even when it's pouring down, the roads nearby flooding. They shake their heads at me and sigh as they open the door for me, watching grudgingly as I leave the house.
I usually don't like to go against others' wishes, especially not those who have given me a home, but…
There's just something about the rain.
I love looking up at the sky, shutting my eyes instinctively as raindrops hit my eyelids, my cheeks, my hair. It soaks through my dress and underwear and it feels really uncomfortable and invigorating at the same time.
This is life, I think to myself. This is what it means to be alive.
Sometimes I do feel a little awkward when I get too into the moment, holding my arms out and twirling in the rain. It's just the way I am, I suppose. Mom would really get a kick out of it when she used to go outside with me, though.
I don't see any shame in it. There's no shame in enjoying life, in enjoying yourself. At least, as long as no one is harmed in doing so.
Just like tears are beautiful, so is the rain. It makes me think of my mom and dad. It's painful, but it's so relaxing that I can't help but like it anyway.
