I find it quite interesting that whenever the sky gives the appearance that it may rain soon there are such mixed responses from those around me. Some find it an absolute tragedy that water would gather and fall from the sky to disrupt their day to day life.
"Oh no!" They exclaim, "this is going to be terrible..."
My response to these people when they express such to me is often just to look very confused. Perhaps I stumble out the words "What? How?" to them. I find that rainy weather makes me more excited and happy. I suppose it could just be me, but I believe others may feel the same way I do. Just before it rains I can feel a current of excitement surge through my body as if the coming lightning and thunder began inside of me and not it the atmosphere around me.
Lightning followed by the booming thunder can make my heart beat so very fast. I love to lie on the ground and feel it shake as the closer strikes ripple through the ground.
Perhaps people simply fear being wet...I can understand that a little bit. Though I do not fear my own person getting wet, I am afraid of some of my work getting wet. Many girls work hard and spend a lot of time on their daily appearance, so I suppose they're fear of getting wet makes some sense. However, when I, myself get wet, I grin from ear to ear. A giggle of joy may escape my lips when the rain splatters on my cheeks.
The whole world seems to move so much slower when it rains. Other students slink into the classroom often groggy. Others dash from cover to cover leaving the sidewalks more empty and inviting. It's as if the very cement is beckoning me over to dance on it as the downpour pounds its beautiful rhythm.
Something else that people often consider negative is the ability to cry in the rain. I often bottle most of my emotions inside. I fear burdening other people with my problems. Crying doesn't happen enough. To be able to accommodate the desire to hide my emotions and the need to cry simply by stepping outside is a relief beyond my ability to describe.
I look around me after rainfall and I see that the very earth agrees with me. There is more rain than it knows how to handle, but an almost audible deep breath is taken as the dry desert of Arizona slowly soaks in the moisture.
To say the least, I love the rain. Maybe it's because I've grown up in the desert. Perhaps I'm just odd. Either way, when the sky shares with the earth, it is also sharing with me. So if you see me on a rainy day and you ask how I'm doing I most likely will say "Wonderful!" Its wet outside and I'm growing warmer inside. It is just positively rainy!
