Rainy Days...

I love rainy days, don't you? I could be in the worst mood possible, having such a rough time, and the instant that I hear the soothing pulse of the rain hitting the earth, it all disappears. Everything changes... I'm swiftly brought back to the memories of the amazing rainy days that I experienced while growing up in Iowa. I don't know exactly what it was about the rainstorms there that had such an impact on me, but whatever it may be, even to this day, when I hear the rain, the whole world seems to stop for a few heartbeats.
I find it to be rather calming, almost as though a blanket of protection encompasses me and keeps me safe from certain things in life. A muted sense of fearlessness dwells just beneath my skin, and, for a bit, petty nuances no longer deter me from feeling relaxed. Suddenly, I am at peace. Clinging to the sound, the smell, the feel of the water falling from the skies.
I could truly watch the rain for hours on end. Storms can captivate my soul. They pull me from whatever has grabbed my spirit and send my senses out in to a hypnotic state of bliss. It's a feeling that I wish others could share with me. Maybe, through my words, some of you can close your eyes, open your mind, and feel my memories too... As for me, I'm headed to jump into the nearest (and largest) puddle!