Waking to a little dog lying at my feet, cool air blew in through the windows. Pulling a jacket on after my shower, the skies outside were grey and nothing could have made me happier. With my polka-dotted socks uncovered, I stepped outside, snapping a few photos as I went, a few raindrops ticking my face.
Rain hadn't been seen for weeks and at the first downpour, it delighted me to watch the raindrops fall from outside the car windows, windshield wipers at their highest. Standing in the grand auditorium of a church building, the sheets of rain fell, echoing atop the high walls. I sometimes forget how much I love the rain.
Beauty can be found in many things. For me, raindrops are just one of the many. Perhaps you remember this post. At that time, I didn't write the post because it was raining. I wrote the post because rain is so beautiful to me. Actually, I wrote nothing. I only compiled images.
In spite of the many who shrink under the gloomy skies and the drops falling from the sky; I embrace it. Something about the every so often release of the clouds makes me feel all warm and happy inside. I don't view the raindrops as tears, as most do. I view them as a delightful watering; a shower to the mind; a refreshing drink for the heart.