There is something about the rain that is therapeutic.
When I was a child, the rainy season was as much an awaited time as the summer. While we frolic during the summer flying kites and catching bats or swimming through the bay while gathering seashells, rainy days then would mean running through the streets half-naked together with most of my neighborhood friends. We’d play those games we used to play during summers until our chins would tremble from hypothermia and our lips turned purple from freezing.
I never got over my special personal affection for the rain. Although, I cannot now run half-naked through the streets for I would risk the displeasure of the whole neighborhood, I still always look forward for the rain to come like when I was a child. Restless as I am, the rain has always the ability to put me on one side not moving for a long time. Like the moon, it can always summon my inner self and enable me to have contact with my soul. Then, I'd stay adrift and came back refreshed.
