It's almost become familiar, the excitement and anticipation when I hear the thunder rolling in from my bedroom in the basement, the pitter-patters on the back patio, and distinct way the rain smells in the kitchen when the back door is open.
I wonder if rain actually has the power to make everyone's thoughts run wild the way it does mine?
Today, it caught me in my dreams.. because how lovely they'd be to experience in a summer storm..
...I wouldn't mind being a famous blogger or journalist. On the streets of New York, writing on my laptop from a small cafe, as the rain soaked everyone hurrying along the crowded streets.
...Or serving at an orphanage in Africa, jumping in the puddles with those beautiful children, letting the rain completely soak us.. I can only imagine their pure humble hearts, & the simple yet such complex lives they live.
...Even just being a teacher, & trying to keep their attention as the storm rolls in and they become restless.
...& of course I'm a hopeless romantic.. & I dream of the day that he sweeps me off my feet and kisses me in the pouring rain.. of course it's completely cliche, but in this case I don't feel like it'd make it any less magical.
As for now, I'll just let it transform this simple dimly-lit kitchen into my magical place, because to dream it could be the first step to actually experiencing it, right?
& someday, I hope the rainstorms will be there to accompany me as my dreams become realities.
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