Random Rain

There is something captivating about the rain. I was just scurrying around my room, my mind running a million miles a minute, thinking of all of the things I have to do before I leave town this weekend, when I suddenly glanced out my window and saw a gleaming reflection shining off the streets. The cars parked outside twinkled with the fresh coat of pure rain that had randomly started, lasting only about five minutes. The air looked cleaner and everything just seemed fresh and crisp. Even my mind felt cleansed just from looking. There is something romantic about the rain. Why is it that the kissing scenes in the movies are so much steamier when a sudden shower of thick rain pours down on the dramatic setting? It represents something fresh, new, and exciting. Something passionate and unexpected. Some people could argue that the rain is just a gloomy sign of bad weather, but for me it's is an excuse to snuggle up and stay warm or an invitation to go outside and dance in it. I am off to California this weekend and, surprisingly, it is supposed to rain the entire time. I could not be happier to pack up my rain boots for a few days and spend my weekend under the showers.