When it rains...

I love LOVE Love the rain. It is so utterly romantic I think I can cry.

It's amazing in the city because with all its' distractions, everybody notices the rain. And that's nearly impossible in a place filled with blaring sounds, blinding lights, and sweeping masses. That's the thing about rain- It's all consuming.

Sometimes I like to pretend I'm drowning- without the actual dramatics of, well, drowning of course... They say that when you're drowning all you can think about is breathing. I say, your head is already under the water- so what's the panic? When you stop fighting, you may realize you've just been safely suspended all along. People worry too much about staying dry. Maybe because when you're well put together it's the perfect guise for things that are falling apart. It just makes me think that everyone is falling apart... I suppose we are.

And then....

There are those who are obnoxious and hold umbrellas meant for 12 but used on 1. I tell you those umbrellas are for small Japanese tour groups and not pretentious bastards afraid of getting a little wet. What's the point of that when the rain is meant to be shared. Besides, it's crazy sexy feeling the radiating warmth from someone other than yourself when you share an umbrella, no?

That's all I got for the enlightenment of rain today kids.

Simply,

Emily