It's been raining since yesterday when I left for work. Some people don't like the rain. Me? I kind of like it. I've always enjoyed rainy days, as it often lets me reflect on life and memories long since buried. The first time I became a man was after playing in the mud, in the rain with a friend--one I've not seen nor heard from in a long time. She took a shower first; I followed after. When I came out, she was toweling off her hair by her dresser. Our eyes met in the mirror. As if in a dream, I suddenly found myself drawn to her, her lips so tantalizingly close; I could not fight the urge to touch them with my own. Tentatively at first, light fleeting touch turned to longer, more urgent contact. The rest of the afternoon was bliss. Life would never be the same. The world had somehow changed with the passing rains.
Sure, sometimes, bad things come with the rain, like flooding or car wrecks. Still, rain can can have a wonderful effect. Rain makes the bed so much more comfy, easier to sleep in and dream. Or, you can be out in it, enjoying a cool refreshing shower. Everyone looks good when they're wet (and sometimes, being moist can be most fun and satisfying). Who doesn't love a good wet T shirt contest? And I so enjoy playing sports in the rain. Water sports are fun--the outdoors kind, not the kind involving a tarp. I once dated someone who enjoyed golden showers, and all I could think about the first time she told me was, dear gawd, I hope I'm sitting in a clean spot; but that's another story.