I love the rain. My favourite sort of rain is warm summer rain – I guess I am lucky that I live in Britain to indulge in this delight.
There are different types of rain and some are more wonderful than others. Today I was out walking in the rain – the sort that starts gently and encourages you to stay. I wondered whether to call my walk off and retreat to shelter but it felt too good. It varied between gentle drops and more insistent showers with gas of calm in between. My companions laughed as I got happier and happier the wetter I got. After some desperately down days, today saw me dancing in the rain as I got wet.
Of course, after dancing in the rain, it’s important to peel those wet clothes off.
I love the rain. It is such a sensual delight and makes me feel in touch with the core of my sensual soul. Of course, when it is one of those amazing summer deluges, it’s a very primal side of my soul that I’m in touch with.
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