Some of the time, I'm not a huge rain fanatic (depending on what mood you catch me in) but sometimes rain just comes at a very proper time in life. I was thinking to myself the other day how much I wanted rain. I wanted all the snow to melt away, and I wanted some green and color back into my life, or at least in my walks to and from classes (and I also wanted this craptastic smog to go away).
Have you ever noticed how things just look brighter and more colorful when it's raining? Like the greens look just a little greener, or the reds are even more red than normal. I like that.
Rain is kind of also like a wake up call. Like you've been walking around in this haze for a while, and when it rains, it kind of jolts you awake and you realize what you're doing in life or what you want to do. I don't know if that makes sense. Meh. I don't care. It's refreshing. Granted, it does get your hair and clothes sopping wet, which sucks (especially if your shower got broken by the freakin' people who own the freakin' apartment so you can't even take a shower) but it's still kind of nice. It's like when you splash water on your face to come to terms with reality, it's that kind of feeling.