the rain drops the rain drops the rain drops
last night i walked from my car to my home, pouring rain, and it felt like the perfect way to close out the day. rain has the power to cleanse, rain has to power to (re)new [sorry kristin, i had to use that]. instantly the rain felt to me like i was in scotland again, with a big backpack on, walking from the glasgow central station up high street to mcclay's guest house, soaking wet, with no one to share the experience with.
after talking with a few people last night it seems as though everyone doesnt like to do anything in the rain (drive/shop/anything involving being outside). but when people are alone they enjoy being in the rain because of its sense of power.

i walked home slowly (i wouldve stood there, but i had some self concious issues) and it brought me back to the same "its me and you god" kind of scenario that i had in glasgow. i understand that the rain makes our clothes wet, and it makes it harder to drive, and it makes more people drink coffee, and it heightens the number of people slipping, but i love rain when we havent had it in a while. thats all im getting at.