Getting caught in the rain sounds so romantic and spontaneous. But what if you plan for it? Why must it be getting “caught”? To get “caught” makes rain sound like a villain, but we all know that is far from the truth. Rain is a beautiful thing. But not too many people plan for it.

Today i sat on my bedroom floor and listened to the first few drops of water hit the roof from the sky. I can't pin point the reason, but i can pinpoint the feeling that drove me to walk outside. It was this overwhelming sense of joy, and God was on my mind. And some how, for some reason at the exact time that the first few drops of rain fell from the sky i felt like i was inhaling God.

I just walked outside, into the heat of the day and felt a couple spontaneous and heavy droplets of rain land on me, and each time i flinched. Finally i lay down on my back and felt the occasional drop hit my face, and the hot cement warmed my back.

after a while, i heard the rain peltering down on distant roofs, and the sound grew louder, and louder and louder.... i remember when i was a child, my mum and i would sit outside and wait for the storm to approach, and watch as a wall of rain came towards us. My mum said it was the rain "walking".

I rolled over onto my stomach and listened to the rain walking towards me, and soon, the rain was showering down on me, and soaking my clothes. I looked down at the dry patch of cement under my tummy shrink as puddles of rain invaded, and very soon my clothes were completely drenched. And to think, the water that soaked my clothes fell directly from the sky.

“If God’s love was water, you’d be standing in the rain.”
a boy once said to me.

Well, Tom, today i wasn't just standing in it, but I was lying in it, drenched in it, i wore the rain and i was completely absorbed in it.

and today, i lay in the rain until the last drop fell from the sky.