Under the rain

Bucharest was almost flooded last Sunday when a freak rain started pouring down from the sky; what better occasion for a walk under the drops for yours faithful? It smelled like autumn and, as usual, I had no umbrella with me so I got soaked.

I love walking in the rain, or better said under the rain. Why? Because it gives me the impression that it cleanses all the dirt I have on my soul and mind, it purifies my thoughts and lungs and sends shivers down my spine. What better time to think than when you are soaked, passing empty streets, shops and a sad nature.

Yes, it reminds me of autumn and this may very well be the reason why I love it so much… or maybe all those memories of times long forgotten, memories of smiles, friends and lack of worries and cares. I was younger then, didn’t even think about love and enjoyed all those little silly things that make a boy smile (squished bugs on the sidewalk, roller-skating etc.); I love the rain, I hate the water; weird isn’t it?

The drops were small but they came down with anger as to remind me of all the things I promised and never did, of all the dark spots on my brain that start to breathe whenever I can’t sleep at night and which torture me; but not that sweet torture which I voluntarily enjoy every once in a while - a torture so beautiful.

I’ve lost my line of thought. So, the rain was great and it made me feel alive; it gave me the time to soak and think about all those things which I’ve neglected. And the trip was worth it for I have seen my love.