I could use a good spring rain right now. A real gullywasher, where there's no question of going out in it unless one wants to get drenched. And then I would go out into that rain and feel it drench me to my skin.
There is something purifying about standing in a torrential shower. From the skin to the soul, rain washes away all the dirt of the day. It chills my skin, reminding me that I am alive.
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