Kissing in the Rain

Don't you just love the rain. I find a good rain storm entirely liberating and magical. That's why I have bucket list item #80. Since its raining outside right now I thought I'd explore why I feel this sort of experience is necessary for my life to be truly complete.

It might be because so many films portray it as extremely romantic. I've already posted Zoobi Doobi but I'm posting it again because I like it that much.



Another prime example. Book is better but this clip embodies the general feel. I love the whole two people under one umbrella strolling in the rain idea.



But my attraction to rain emerged long before my exposure to these films. As a kid I'd go race out into the storm and wallop and dance around. It felt good to be wet and wild with the plants a more vibrant green, the world full of pitter pattering noises, the energy of it all. I'd chase my siblings, roll in the grass, jump in the puddles. My neighbors probably thought my parents were crazy letting us scamper about like heathens but we loved it.

Afterwards we'd all have to clean up well since my mom didn't want to get grass everywhere but after a hot shower I'd curl up with a blanket and fall asleep. Sometimes dad would read to us from a book and it would seem all the more peaceful with the hushed drip droppings going on outside.

As I got older, most of my siblings grew out of their need for the storm but I have not. The second I hear the thunder and hear the rain roaring it takes considerable effort to refrain from racing out the door, twirling about, and hunting for puddles. I have plenty of evidence... Well, not tons since getting my camera soaked would be unfortunate but I have plenty of friends to witness I'm still passionate about frolicking in the rain.





This dream may seem silly to some. I suppose I could hunt down any ol' bloke and snog him in a drizzle and check #80. Its supposed to be more though. I want all of the happy, clean, silly, energetic, whimsical bliss I feel in a good storm to be in a relationship with the right guy and for a perfect expression of all of our feelings to take place in a rainstorm sealed with the perfect kiss.

I think I'm turning into a hopeless romantic in my old age. If it weren't Sunday I'd have to go cleanse my palate with a good action film or something... Bah!