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It's raining outside. It's the first summer-like rain of the year. The kind of rain that is torrential, according to channel 6 weather, but when you walk outside you can feel the warm moisture of drops hitting hot concrete. It's the kind of rain that wets the earth, without changing the heat of the sun through the clouds. It's a rain that makes you want to walk without an umbrella, or ride on your bike next to that certain someone wearing white t-shirts that cling to your bodies as the water saturates the fabric, becoming less like clothes and more like skin. This is the rain that makes strangers smile knowingly at each other as they pass because they're all walking in puddles that have pooled in their shoes. The kind of rain that if you're thoughtful enough to have an umbrella, only keeps you dry from your shoulders up. Rain that pounds loudly on your windowsill followed by the loud clap of thunder that makes your eyes wince in spite of themselves. It's the rain where you don't notice the lightning in the sky, even as you pass under a tree. It's rain that does not change with the passage of time, that still smells like the dust coming up from the pavement. The rain that can come at any second and dwindle to a light mist the next. This is the rain that reminds me of mother nature, of childhood, of days without care. Days where worry did not show up on the lines of my face or speed up the blood coarsing through my veins.

posted by Wide Eyed @ 3:06 PM