For the past couple days, it’s been raining in Knoxville, Iowa. Since I’ve moved out of my mom’s house I haven’t been a big fan of the RAIN. For some reason, it makes me really nervous and I shake and I feel like I’m going crazy and I feel the need to cry. But for the past year, I’ve gotten better at being home alone. It’s not the thunder and lightning that scares me. I just hate being home alone when it rains. I like to be surrounded by people during rainstorms.
I worry more about my cats more than anything when I’m gone. But I’ve come to find that they don’t mind the rain. They sit in the window seal and watch it trail down the window. Sometimes I’ll walk over and stand behind them and see what they are experiencing and it’s not really that bad. It’s just rain. Whatever they see I see it too. The rain isn’t so bad when you get used to it. If rain is your biggest fear try to overcome it like I have overcome my fear of great white sharks. And now all I do is watch videos of them on YouTube.
The rain isn’t so bad when you get used to it. If rain is your biggest fear try to overcome it like I have overcome my fear of great white sharks. And now all I do is watch videos of them on YouTube. They’re not that scary after all. But if you are in the water and you see one coming at you then yes I would scream bloody murder too.
When it rains hard and it pounds on the roof I start to shake and my face gets really warm and the thudding in my chest starts to palate. I tell myself “I can’t be here, I have to leave, I got to get out of here.” And so I do.
I rather walk in the rain than sit in the living room listening to it. I can’t-do that. I discovered that some people find it relaxing and soothing. When I go for a walk in the rain it’s soothing and relaxing to me because I’m moving around and I’m seeing the rainfall and I watch it drip from the leaves. I just like to walk in the rain. I just don’t like being home when it’s raining.When I walk in the rain I can smell the wet tree bark and the wet grass. Sometimes I can smell the flowers, but not as much. That’s why I like to walk in the rain to get the five senses. What I smell, what I see, what I hear, what I taste and what I feel.
When I walk in the rain I can smell the wet tree bark and the wet grass. Sometimes I can smell the flowers, but not as much. That’s why I like to walk in the rain to get the five senses. What I see, what I smell, what I hear, what I taste and what I feel.
I see the wet roads and small rivers gliding down to the storm drains. Cement pots with flowers in them drip from the pressure of the harsh rain. The sidewalks start to to dry. People out walking their dogs, holding an umbrella. And what do I smell, the wet tree bark and soaked soil that puts a smile on my face. And then I hear car windshield whippers and tires through the peddles in the streets. I stay back so I don’t get splashed or I would get mad. People talk back and forth. Dogs barking from the front window of the houses as I walk by. I see people waving at one another or heading into the courthouse or even into the bank. Or maybe the flower shop to pick up their flowers or to order something for a friend or a loved one. Or to bring back tuxedoes they have rented. As I walk down the sidewalk I feel the rain land on the top of my head and my cheek. It can be a warm feeling or a cold feeling. Little drips hit my glasses and I take them off and whip them clean and put them back on. Five seconds later, it repeats the same thing.
A walk in the rain isn’t bad, in less its raining really hard and the wind is horrible. Then that may not be a good choice. I remember one day it was raining so bad that I was on the verge of crying my eyes out. I got dressed and I left.
So me and rain are not the best of friends, but I do understnad now why we need rain. So the grass can grow and flowers can bloom.
