Rain
One oclock in the morning, i'm lying in the dark. The rain is falling, its ayrshire so the rain is always falling but in a room this dark all i can hear is the sound it makes. It's like being in a tent, only more comfy.
About four days ago i left my flat heading towards the station. It's maybe a fifteen minute walk. And it was raining. I mean it really was raining, it was raining like the sky was trying to wash away the pavement and take back the city.
I walked through it and felt so free. By the time i got to the station i was soaked through, my clothes damp and cold, my hair lank and bedraggled. But i was so happy, it's strange that rain can make us feel so free and so new.
What is it about rain that can make us feel like this? It's only precipitation, only evaporated water falling back to earth. I think it relates to the idea of glass i mentioned before. In the rain we have no glass, we have no way of avoiding being in the elements. There isn't anything we can do about the rain, so we go with it. Well I do, i dance i laugh i jump in puddles. If you are going to get wet anyway, why try to avoid it.
So i lay in bed last night listening to the rain, and thinking about this and think about somthing i read earlier. In Genesis the first thing that is noticed after the end is that there are no more oceans. The sea, and water in general is godless. In the rain, and on the ocean, there is no god. Water is too chaotic. Too powerful.
The sea and rain are similar in that neither can never be controlled by humans. So we dodge them and avoid them. I think we can feel more alive by embracing these things. Accepting the wilder things in the world can make us feel more real.
That is why rain can make us happy, it makes us feel alive.
Maybe i'm wrong, maybe rain is just fun. Who knows....