Rain seems to make me rather poetic

Oh my god, I love this weather! If, every day, it could be this wonderful light grey light, and every so often just pours with rain, I would be the happiest person in the world. This kind of weather always brings out my childish impulses. I just want to run through the rain with no shoes on, jumping in huge puddles and playing in the mud. Or, if I'm feeling more restrained, just sitting out and letting myself get soaked. Or even just sitting inside, all dry and clean, listening to calming music (which is what I'm doing right now. Iron and Wine is my favorite rain music).

But in a few days, I'm going to college in a big city, and it's all going to change. There's going to be no place for me to even think of running around barefoot and playing in the mud, because I don't really want to go running around barefoot in the city, and any “mud” that I could play with would probably be made up of some sort of city sludge (well, probably not, because Toronto is a freakishly clean city, with cute little trash devouring machine/car/golf-cart things. But, I digress). And I'm not going to be able to just sit and look out at my window at the rain in the trees, and the wonderful color that tree's leaves get when it rains on them (I should probably explain that, to describe my yard as “overgrown” is a great understatement. There are trees and plants everywhere. I love it). I'm just not going to experience rain in the same way in the city.

And I fear that, in Toronto, my view on this lovely kind of weather is going to change. That I'm going to stop thinking of it as beautiful and calming, and more like most other people do, like a miserable damp grossness that you just have to endure until it becomes sunny again. And I really hope that doesn't happen, because, while the sun is nice, this is so much better.


However, one thing that I won't miss is my rain-soaked dog (also often covered in at least one layer of mud) running in and deciding that the only comfortable place for him to sit is in my lap. That is not quite how I want to interact with the rain.