When the Rain Hits
When I see dark clouds roll in, I feel an eminent sense of dread as the thick clouds become denser with water. The humidity that arises makes it feel as if droplets are tensely suspended in the air and are waiting for gravity to plunge them into an adventure to the ground. The gray atmosphere creates a sense of laziness and gloominess that lingers throughout the day, as if each activity is taking a physical toll.
Some of my friends absolutely adore the rain. They could spend hours reenacting Gene Kelly’s iconic dance scene from Singin’ in the Rain with a beaming smile underneath a ferocious downpour. My friends would shrug at the idea of carrying around an umbrella, and instead, fully embraced the potential of being drenched on their walk back home. They welcomed rain so warmly and optimistically – I thought they were crazy.
