There's something so deeply ingrained that
if there is ever rain, I have to go stand in it.
Does it come from years of not knowing when
rain might come next, and wanting to savor it?
Maybe
Does it come from the fact that swimming in
the rain probably rewired my brain young?
Definitely
Does it come from a want to be able to smell
the wet asphalt, or wet grass, a comforting smell?
Probably
It doesn't matter the circumstance, I've stood in
thunderstorms and misting clouds alike. And yet
precipitation
simply makes me freeze and put my hands out and
tilt my head up so that the rain strikes my face.
