What is it about the rain?

Another day, another fun-filled day of life frustration and celebration, but what IS it about the rain? Getting caught in a rainstorm whilst walking the furry thing…(in a faux leather jacket to boot), I couldn’t help but smile. Strolling in the downpour sans umbrella, a wet dog with bended ears annoyed at my non-urgency, on a foggy mild late October night, I couldn’t help but feel content…happy almost. Could it be that most of my fondest memories happened in the rain? Or could it just be that I was simply present, breathing in damp fog air, and realizing, damn, I have it pretty good.

What is it about the rain that makes us feel so…alive?

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