A few weeks ago I was on the porch with Lacee enjoying a beer and the rain began to fall. When I say fall, I mean plummet. It was as if the skies opened up…
Lacee went inside but I didn’t budge. I felt the huge drops hit my face and began to submit myself to the sky. I had never just stood in the rain. I’d never let myself not run for shelter.
It started to get really cold, but I just leaned against the railing of the porch. I let the rain steal my heat; I let the rain clean my mind; I enjoyed the vacancy in my body.
My clothes were soaked, my hair was plastered to my head, and my teeth were chattering. Freezing in the rain was relaxing. Letting something else take over my body was beautiful.
