Rain. The constant pitter patter against the pane. The ever onimous gray hue. Heavy droplets on an upturned face. I love the rain. I love the comfort of being wrapped in my Grandpa’s quilt knowing that there is chaos stemming from the skies outside. I love the way I feel so out of place with my huge smile and tongue out as I attempt to collect the drops in my mouth while the people around me look at me like I’m insane. I love the way grim passersby gingerly leap over puddles while I jump directly into them. I love that it reminds me of home and that it is the perfect excuse to grab Pride and Predjudice, a vanilla latte with whip cream, and a pillow. I have a rainy heart. And I love it.
