The pitter-patter of rain soothes my nerves. It’s as if the rain drops are like millions of minute fingertips drumming at my temples. The rain also seem to wash away stress and worries that have left me raw after the day is through at work.
Rain is so peaceful. So rhythmic. So drowsy… So hypnotic, even.
I remember way back in my college days… whenever I feel troubled, whether be it for matters of the heart or due to academic disaster… I welcomed the rain. I once found myself walking for not a few kilometers in the middle of a heavy downpour. The raindrops stung my skin as the wind whipped it up against me… plastering the wet clothes to my chilled body ...
But I did not mind… I was so depressed that I was actually hoping then that the rain could just wash away my troubles. Perhaps, I found the rain also to be a good way for me to hide the tears flowing down my cheeks as it mingled with droplets on my rain-drenched face.
So did the rain actually help me get over my troubles? Hell, no! I actually got fever after that soaking stunt, but I somehow felt great after it.