When it rains it gives me the feeling of wanting to climb up the roof and make love on the corrugated roof plates. 

Seriously, I adore rain; and tend to take a long walk when it’s pouring cats and dogs. I love the feeling of water caressing my face. (They say that it is also a natural moisturizer) and the way the drops look on the foliage is simply amazing! There is some magical something about it. Did you ever notice how the plants look like just after the rain? They seem happy and vibrant and refreshed. Much like us, I guess after we took a shower, or a bath, or a swim. Or something else… I call it being watered. 

The colours are more vivid too! As if everything comes suddenly alive! One can almost hear them singing! And the smell! I’m dying to find a perfume that can come close to that intoxicating fragrance of positive energy, hope, and happiness! I am still searching…

Aside from the rain, I adore stormy weather. Now… that is a totally different thing.

Stormy weather is pure excitement! The air is laden, breathing…. Pregnant with anticipation and electrical currents! Charged with heavy, strong emotion that has to come out! You feel that there is something extraordinary coming! I compare it with that crucial, special yet selfish moment before orgasm… you have to chase the feeling, capture it, isolate and…Release!

That moment is yours and yours alone! For that split second, you’re oblivious of your surroundings; you don’t care about anyone or anything. That is your moment, and you got to have it no matter what.

That is the same with rain and stormy weather. (Forces of nature in general) One can hope and pray, but they will have their say. When their moments arrive, they will seize it no matter what. And that is what I call freedom.

Walking in the rain and chasing stormy weather is being part of that feeling of abandonment. It may not be totally mine, but to share their eternal glory is for me good enough… 


Daily Prompt:  Singin’ in the Rain

Day 3: One-word inspiration

Prompts come in many different forms. Sometimes, a single word is all you need to get your mind’s wheels turning. Here are six words:


The command is to select one word in this list that speaks to me in some way. And I thought why select one? Why not select all? Why make it easy if you can make it difficult? Okay, I borrowed that last one from someone who infuriates me every time he says that. Time to get serious and get down to blogging…

Hope is what left when everything else flew out the door. It is what keeps us going. Hope motivates us to go the extra mile. The reason why we pray. When everything sinks to the bottom, hope floats.

Regret, we all have. I used to regret before the facts so, I don’t have to blame myself afterwards. Silly thoughts of a starry-eyed small town chick. Kurt Vonnegut once said:  “Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are, “It might have been.”

Home is a difficult and touchy subject for me. As elusive as the wind and as impossible as turning back the time. That and family…

Choices… They say Destiny is not a matter of chance; it is a matter of choice. Believe you me, if I could, I would and didn’t end up here.

Abundance. I believe in moderation in every aspect of life. Too much of a good thing is never good. Everything excess and extreme spoil the proper balance. Too many mistakes, too many chances, too much stupidity equals unhappy. But it’s just me.

Another thing everybody has_secret. Show me a person who says s/he doesn’t have any, and I bet my life on it, that one is lying. Even houses have secrets. Places too.  It is hardly possible to live without one…

This concludes my assignment for today. I hope I did it some justice.