I believe in rain. It easily calms me down after a drama, school, and work filled day. The pitter-patter as it hits the roof makes all of my days troubles wash away. The clean rain bathes the trees and washes the dirty cars, making everything look fresh and new. It quenches the thirst of the farming fields. April showers bring May flowers. Several things need rain to survive, without it things could not grow, we would have no food. On the flip side of being essential for human existence, rain for me is a tranquil reminder of being a child at heart and that all outcomes will be all right. I believe the smell of rain is so refreshing. Sitting on my porch as it pours down is tremendously peaceful. What an excellent time to think about things and sort through any issues that may be bothering me. How romantic to share a kiss with that special someone when the rain is falling down all around you. That could make anyone smile. Most people are annoyed by the inconvenience it puts on the day. Are they afraid they will melt when walking to their cars after a tiring day of shopping? I watch children getting yelled at by their annoyed parents for trying to jump in a puddle. That is heartbreaking to me. Let the children be children, adults should learn from them. I believe everyone should run through the rain and even jump in a puddle every once in a while. I love to put on old clothes, go outside, and dance in the rain. Even a raging thundering storm has its advantages. Some may think it keeps you lying awake at night scared, but I believe it is a form of entertainment. Watching the lightening dance in the sky and listening to the loud cracks of thunder makes me over zealous with excitement. The boisterous, almost angry sounding storm is a reminder to me that other people get mad too. Don’t we all have those days that seem like a torrential downpour? Some say when it rains, it pours. Sometimes one thing goes wrong and it becomes a full day of bad happenings. For some people when they wake up in the morning and see it raining, that becomes the first thing to trigger their bad day. I wake up, see the rain, and smile knowing it will be a good day. The sun may not be shining, but that does not mean I can’t be cheerful to brighten someone’s day. If the sun can’t put a smile on someone’s face, I definitely want to be the one to do that. Whether it is a calming, warm rain or a thrashing, angry storm there is always a happy ending too. A beautiful rainbow is a simple memento that no matter how big the storm, the outcome will always be fantastic. As a result of these feelings, I believe in rain.
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