i love walking in the raining. i can yell as loud cry as much as i want and know one would ever know. whadda about you? lol

sometimes I like it too

I like storms and walking in the rain.

My favorite hobby "people watching" is great fun in the rain.  People act so funny at the proposition of getting wet.  Some people leave their car door open for several minutes trying to figure out how to use their coat to cover the most surface area possible then they come back and wonder why the inside of their car is soaked.  People hold magazines and such over their head while the rest of them including the magazine that they probably wanted read is soaked.  Some will run to not get wet and you can tell that this is not a natural act for them so they fall and get soaked.  This gets more hilarious seeing the big tough guys with neck tattoos types do these things


I love the rain, but I really love seeing how panicky it makes people.  Maybe if I was a little sweeter I would worry about melting too.

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.

I love rain but the rain where I live is really mild, and is not usually enough to hide tears or emotion noises. And it rains almost steadily for maybe half the year, so it mostly doesn't clear out the sidewalks of other pedestrians.

But I do still love walking in it. It feels right, and the grey skies are soothing.