When it rains, and eventually it will, you can go out. Or stay out if you’re out, don’t just run in. And you can let it rain on you. Take a drizzle at least or let it fall, so much that you let it soak you. So you can feel it dripping down. See it coming, watch, look up. See it beading on your skin and see the little rivers forming, down and off of you. Watch it pool and puddle. You can hear it. And even turn your ear up to it. Maybe tapping, applauding, crashing. And smell it… indescribable, moisture, earth, yourself. You can let all of this happen on top of you. Lucky you under the rain, the pouring water from the sky, at least for a little bit.
This is not a metaphor. This is about rain. And what you can do next time.