Long ago when I was a guy going through my troubled thoughts of not understanding why I wanted to be a girl I used to go out and take walks in the rain, it gave me alone time to think. Every time there was a thunderstorm I went out, didn't care that it was lightning either, it was exhilarating, and if I got struck, oh well. I'd always come home drenched, and my mom would be like, "where have you been, I was worried about you, you realize it was lightning out there!?" Thinking. That was my replying. I was of very few words then.
Ever since getting on the hormones the first time I stopped walking in the rain, and now have the sense to stay inside during violent thunderstorms. Why the change in this behavior? Because I suddenly started caring about myself. I have no issues with walking in the rain, unless I have to be somewhere that getting all wet wouldn't be ideally comfortable. I love the sound of raindrops, and the fresh smell of the moist cool air. But I don't purposely go out to walk in it anymore, guess I just don't need to, that was a different me then.
Sometimes I think the rain falling around me as I used to walk in my sorrows was the amplified pain that I felt inside.