Nobody will ever understand my love for the rain. It’s almost as if it was an unwanted lover. Of course the sun is beautiful in all its ways. It’s good for your health, for your skin, for outdoor plans, for pictures, but what about the rain? Why it is only appreciated when you are at home, with blanquettes and ice cream? At least that’s what I hear every time I say I love the rain.
Today was a special day in a very regular way. Here in Barcelona it never rains, and if it does, it’s just for a couple of minutes and then BANG the sun comes out again with all its heat and humidity. I know I live by the coast and it would be very selfish of me to want it to be a ‘bad’ weather all the time but the problem is rain is a big part of me and all my changes. Let me explain.
Haven’t you ever felt that after a big change, a big happening, a sudden surprise, that you need a nice long shower and a new pair of clothes? Well, that’s how I feel about the rain. For me the rain is a symbol of closure, a symbol of restart. I don’t mind that the sun comes out afterwards. I just need it to rain.
Today was a good day at work; we were busy which is good because a busy day equals a happy boss. It was also a good day because I finished early so I had time to take care of myself (something I’ve just started doing) and because I saw the clouds in the sky and I could smell the storm coming. I could smell the rain.
So I went out running and it was slightly rain-dropping; nothing major. The moon, well, the moon was the biggest I’ve ever seen, it was yellow and bright as if it was trying to say something. At a certain point while I was running I looked at it and it almost felt as if it blinked at me when two clouds starting shutting the moon up. So I came back home and decided I deserved a treat (something else I’ve been doing a lot lately) and I bought some sushi and a bottle of white wine – that I’m drinking right now.
As soon as I got home I was only worried about making myself feel good by eating, taking a long hot shower and selecting a movie. Because I’ve been really nostalgic about London these days I’ve decided to watch The Hooligans for the tenth time. You might think I’m crazy because is violent and stuff but I’m really way more concerned about the main character’s English accent and hotness to be honest.
All of a sudden I start hearing this weird noise coming from outside as if something was constantly knocking at my window. Because of the noise there’s outside I usually keep it closed so I can hear the movie. After a couple of minute I was like – what the hell is that noise about?? And guess what? It was pouring rain outside like it hasn’t poured for the past three months. I just couldn’t believe it.
Immediately I paused the movie, grabbed my glass of wine and just watched. I watched the rain fall on my feet not caring about them being wet. I watched the neighbors coming out to have a nice and long cigarette by their windows. I just closed my eyes and took a deep breath and thanked.
Maybe now you all can finally understand why I love the rain so much. The rain means to be new again, it recharges my energies, it makes me believe everything is going to be ok. The rain brings me light, brings me freedom, brings me clarity. Let it rain, and when the sun comes up, I’ll be ready to shine with it.