I grew up in Darwin, Australia. The weather could be 32 degrees for weeks then there would be a cool change in the air, and the rain was like magic.. Big droplets that were cool but not cold on the skin.. When it rained, it could rain for days..
When I was 8 or 9, as soon as I would hear the rain pouring down outside, I used to fold a towel and take my mum's umbrella and sit outside on our cool rust colored pavers, it was my own little shelter in the rain.. My fascinated love for the rain, used to consume me. The whole of our garden around our pool would come to life, queen green ants would fly around in the cover of nature's veil from preying birds, trying to find their king to create new kingdoms. Frogs with their noisy chorus of love sonnets would come alive. I would breathe in that new rain smell and almost meditate. I remember thinking I was part of it but separate, quiet in all that noise.
The rain still inspires me, still helps me stay calm, I feel it's like nature's coffee break, so when it's raining I let my mind relax a little.. ♥
Kisses for now.. dear readers..
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