I love the rain.

I know that it's wet.

I know that it makes the ground muddy.

I know that it makes children sad because whenever it's raining, mommy and daddy don't let them go outside and play.

I know that heavy rains destroy crops, homes, and even people's lives.

I know all that. But I find something very special about the rain.

I love the sound a raindrop makes as it kisses the soil.

I love the cozy stay-inside-the-house feeling it leaves on my skin.

I love the mystery and the emotions the rain symbolizes.

I love the dream inside my heart about the rain.

One day, I want to go out into the rain and dance. Dance like crazy. Dance without minding that I am wet. Dance even if I know I'd catch a cold. Dance even if other people are watching. Dance with a release. Dance as if I am one with the liquids from the heavens.

I think it'd be a romantic and poetic thing to do with a special someone, sort of like that scene in Great Expectations.

It's raining now. And the rain makes me think about that dream of mine. I swear, I'll do it someday. Someday... Someday...

For the moment, I'll just look outside my window. I will listen as the rain hits the ground, waiting for that someone for me. I'll do it every time it rains until he finally comes. Then, I'll dance.