Rain

I love the rain. Never has there been a force of nature that has yet to be the beneficiary of such awe-inspiring power and beauty. This colossal work of art is never the same, and as we experience it over and over again we begin to attach memories and emotions to the weather pattern. Some of us still harbor a quiet fear for this titanic wonder, as massive clouds roll in to blot out the sky and slowly reach out through the dark with their plasmaic tentacles. Others, such as myself, find a feeling of growing excitement that crescendoes into a sudden thrill and rush of adrenaline with every strike of lightning and ominous crash of thunder. These people see thunderstorms differently than others, while most just see clouds and lightning just like every other weather occurance, the same people who feel that excitement whenever it rains see thunderstorms as a phenomenal display of power, which power is left in the hands of a higher being.
Rain in itself has been used to describe and potray, dare I say, archetypal meanings that we all would recognize and have even experienced from time to time. The most widely known would be the raincloud of depression, the one that appears just in time to make matters worse on an already horrible day-the icing on the cake of irritation. Another picture of rain can be seen through the classic kissing-in-the-rain scene, one which happens to be a favorite of the ladies for some reason. This scene usually gives off a feeling of finality and closure as the couple is reunited in the midst of calamity. One final image of rain can be seen in a foreshadowing of something ominous, like the dark clouds billowing in the wind before an enormous battle.
I can honestly say that my life would be quite a lot less interesting without this weatherly wonder to keep my curiousity on its toes, life just wouldn't be life without a little rain!