I woke up this morning to the boom of thunder, and nothing could have made me happier. With the beginning of spring comes the increase of thunder storms. Whilst my fellow classmates gripe and grumble and spit out disgruntled monosyllables towards the weather, I look to the sky and smile.
It is my opinion that those who are happy do not like the rain. Those who are fulfilled in their lives do not enjoy the rain, even though I have a hard time believing these people actually exist. And why should they like it? They see the rain as nothing but annoying weather that gets in the way of their day and dictates the way they dress.
But those of us who enjoy rain, we are a different kind of people. Are we unhappy? No, we just aren't fulfilled. We're the type of people who are always looking for more. More adventure. More love. More effort from others and from ourselves. More happiness. More excitement. More knowledge. Just more.
I can't quite describe why the rain has the effect that it does on me. But I always get to pull out my favorite playlist, put in my headphones and hide behind my hood. Maybe it's the wonderful scent that fills the air, reminding me of just how simple things can be. Maybe its the way the earth opens up, welcoming the rain like an old friend coming home. Maybe its the way the rain creates a constant rhythm, relaxing me, calming the muscles I didn't know were tense.
In my opinion, those who are happy do not like the rain. And why would they?