Cleansing Rain

I love going out in the rain.  Even when it's really pouring.  I remember when I was younger walking to school or to class, other kids would run with jackets or umbrellas over their heads.  I would just calmly and slowly walk though it, taking in the beauty of it all.

It seems like the rain enhances the passion of a situation.  I've never done anything particularly interesting while out in it, but I've always wanted to kiss in the rain.  Even fighting seems like it would be more intense in the rain.

The smell, the feel of it, I love the rain.  It's as if the heavens opened up to wash away my sorrows.  There's something very wonderful about it, though lately I haven't been able to really enjoy the rain as much as I used to.