Rain. Soft and warm Summer rain that cuddles me like a big teddy bear. Tiny raindrops falling and me not bothering to open my umbrella as I think I can outrun them. Sudden cold and heavy shower that gets me by surprise when I have only stepped out to the corner store – without an umbrella. Gusty and freezing to the bones Winter rain that makes me walk just a little bit faster to get home to my roaring fireplace. Absolute downpour that hits me like Armageddon and drenched me in minutes at the bus stop in the morning. There is no escape. Even my umbrella wants to quiver away in fear. I have eight splendidly wet hours left at work. I hate rain. But wait – there’s the tender Springtime rain that smells of promise and gives the nature a boost to lushness. I love rain. Like with most things in life and nature I have a continuing love-and-hate relationship with rain. I just cannot decide. It can dampened my mood to melancholy when it’s cold, dark and gloomy Winter rain. It can brighten my mood with hope when it breaks the Summer heatwave. It can leave me wanting to curl up inside a warm and fluffy blanket with a good book and a cup of steaming hot tea – thanking the Gods I don’t have to step outside. It can leave me wanting to stroll into the forest to smell the fresh and invigorating scent of rain. It can draw out the kid in me and make me jump into puddles. Rain, rain just keep on falling because I cannot decide if I hate you or if I love you!
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