Me, My Sensory, and My Synesthesia

Rain

I love the rain. Always have. Hate rain jackets and umbrellas are unwieldy torture devices. Why would anyone want to prevent the rai from falling on their face, their arms, from catching in their  hair?

I'll admit that maybe the harsh, stinging rain isn't so nice, but the coolness of the water droplets, the smell, the taste, the color, everything about rain is beautiful to me.

I can always tell when rain is in the air. It has a gray smell and it tastes like round, gray, undulating ocean waves made from clouds. Ish. I can't really find the right words to describe what it's like. This was the closest I could get. And the color of the sound of rain is gray too. All of it is like the gray of rain clouds, but it has some other quality in addition to it. Like, it's brighter or something. I don't know.

I love walking in the rain. I've even convinced my mom to let me swing in the rain a few times, but only if it's sprinkling. Anything harder and all she'll let me do is sit out on the porch. I've taken books and notebooks out there quite often and read or write as I listen to the gentle pitter-patter of the droplets washing away all my anxieties and fears. I become a little bit braver and more confident in the rain. I don't understand why.

I love watching the rain. When we're driving, I watch the water race down the windows. When we went to Atlanta on vacation a few years ago, I was mesmerized by the rain water swirling in the street below our hotel room. I couldn't look away. When our gutters overflow, I'm the only one who enjoys it. Everyone thinks about all the measures we've taken to stop it from happening, how bad it is for the gutters, etc. etc. All I can think of is the furious white and marbled blue that I see in my mind and the mutter of the water as it complains and struggles free of the confines that hold it in place. I understand the water. I also have the desire to be free.

Gray skies make me happy. The sun's too bright; it hurts my eyes. But clouds hold the promise of rain. They don't always deliver, but gray days can never be "gloomy" to me.

...Well then. That certainly has a different feel than everything else I've written so far. I suppose I was feeling a tad bit poetic, or maybe talking about the rain just does that to me. Anyways, thanks for reading and happy late-hump day!