How does rain make you feel?

Emotionally safe from being asked too many hard to answer questions.

 

It’s so hot out today... if it rains, I might just stand outside and let myself get soaked. Don’t see any rain clouds in sight, though.

 

Aw, I bet you have some great stories to tell!

 

I could spin ya a yarn or too.

 

I like rain and thunderstorms during the summer, because they are pretty short and exciting. The rain in the winter though can last 48 hours at a time and it's usually in the mid 40's. It's not fun being damp and cold for that long.

 

Our carport is right next to our bedroom so hearing hard rain on it is very soothing.

 

Nothing better than rain on the windows when you are lying in bed ! I stayed in a place in Navan once By the Ardboyne that had a huge glass skylight , there was a storm one night and it was fantastic to lie there looking up at the rain and lightning flashing

 

Rain makes me feel wet. lol

 

As in gets you going ?? Ha ha

 

As I Said In An Earlier Post We Are "Drought Declared" Here......And Have Been For Some Time.

All My Neighbours Have Run Out Of Water And Are Having To Cart It Or Buy It By The Tanker Load.

So Imagine The Joy Of Being Woken Up About 3-00am To The Sound Of Heavy Rain......Tis Now

7-50am And Still Steady Rain Is Falling......Won't Be Taking A Measurement Here Till 9-00am

But According To "Weather Watch" Approx 5mm 20pts Have Fallen......That Is In Bathurst......

Methinks More Than That Has Fallen Here.......And The Weather Map Says More To Come......



Cheers Glen.

 

Not as wet as my missus

 

11mm 44pts To 9-00am......All My Tanks Are Overflowing.....Still Falling.....Life Is Good......



Cheers Glen.

 

I love whenever it's thundering and lightning outside, it's exciting to me. When it's raining all day long though, I get very sleep and I can't stop sleeping. I feel so tired and drained. It's hard for me to get up and get moving, I become so lazy anytime it rains.

 

maudlin and nostalgic for a 'moment' I had when I was 17. I was at job corps, and I had a thing for a girl named Rachel Larson (no relation to the performer), short little redhead, wild haired.. everyone called her Weeds (because of the wild growth atop her head).. we were 'just friends' but I loved that girl like there was no tomorrow. man, I was an idiot (she wanted somebody else).. but.. we were sitting on a picnic table, and it started to rain.. for some reason, we'd wound up with me sitting on the seat, and her sitting on the table, and my arm around her (and she was so short, I was still head high to her) well, we didn't move, even though it was raining.. we sat there, lost in a timeless kind of cozy intimacy while the rain fell around us. we didn't think anything of it. we were safe, and warm, even though it was raining.

We both thought it was just a short summer shower. We were wrong. We sat out in San Marcos, Texas, during the initial landfall of goddamned hurricane Andrew for FOUR HOURS, on the bench directly outside her dorm.. like straight out the front door you couldn't miss it seat. We got written up because the search party couldn't find us. It was like we.. vanished from reality.. We didn't move, or seperate, until the rain stopped and the sunset came out. When we finally did, the only parts of us that weren't soaked to the bone was where we'd been curled up against each other. you could see the outline of where we'd touched, my entire left side and her entire front, plus where my arm circled her back.. all the way down to the handprint on her left side, on her hip. We both, holding hands, looked around at the sheer destruction. Trees were uprooted or broken off, leaves everywhere... but within a circle the size of the picnic table - nothing. No leaves, no debris.

The next day she came to me, and we talked about what happened, and how odd it was, and she said that she couldn't talk to me anymore, because now she believed she experienced something magical, and she was afraid of it, and of me. Her words were 'For us to sit through a hurricane together, and be safer and more serenely secure than we've both either been in our short miserable little lives is something that I cannot deal with. It makes me believe in things like true love, and magic.. and I'm not a little girl anymore. I can't afford those kinds of dreams. I have to grow up, and get out of here, and settle down and get on with the business of life. What happened scared me..that something so beautiful and moving could happen, especially happen to me. I can't deal with it, so we're not going to talk anymore, and we're not going to talk about this again. It never happened. Because I'm afraid of it, and I'm afraid of you. I don't know if you're an angel or a demon or whatever the hell you are, but you cannot do that to us mortals.' (she was crying at this point, and Rachel was 'THE hard bitch'. she didn't cry. ever. and she was bawling.)

From that moment on, she never looked me in the eye, or even spoke so much as a single word to me. Her friends told me that they didn't know what I'd done to her, but she alternated between wanting to know everything they knew about me and being totally terrified of my existence.

But when I hear rain... I always think back to that Moment, and how.. perfect and beautiful everything was during it.. and how I wish I had someone to share timeless eternal moments of hours like that with now.

 

Rained earlier and yet the sun was out. Make your mind up, Mother Nature.