Rain Rain...

Believe it or not, I love the rain. I love the sound of raindrops hitting the window or roof as you lie there in bed and listen to the soothing sound. I love standing in the rain, my face tilted up to the sky, feeling the water rush down. I love the feel of raindrops on your feet as you walk across the grass barefoot. I love walking, strolling, running in the rain.

 

There is something unbelievably romantic about it - and no, I'm not talking about movie romance where two people get caught in the rain and instantly fall in love, get married and live happily ever after! No, I'm talking about the Jane Austen, Emily Brontë, Louisa May Alcott-type romance. The fresh-faced, beautifully written, almost Shakespearean type of romance that gives even the most hardened of sceptics a slight catch in the throat!

 

The rain reminds me of fresh new beginnings; it washes away all the dirt and impurities of times gone by and starts everything anew. There is something so soothing, so calming about the rain - I can instantly feel my worries melting away at the sound or feel of it; hear the beginnings of a piano, the strum of a guitar, the melancholy pizzicato of a violin...

(Yes. The sop in me usually comes out by this point!)

Magic! Pure, unadulterated magic!