I am a January born, so I’m a winter kid…. But every since I was a child I absolutely loved rain and hated winters and still do. 🌧️
From childhood, I’d throw caution to the wind, dancing and standing in downpours, fully aware I’d probably catch a cold. It was worth it every time.
Now that I’m older, my love for rain hasn’t faded, though my rain dances are fewer and further between. Still, there are moments I crave to just stand there, letting the drops wash over me. It’s more than just cooling down; it’s a vital therapy. In those moments, under the natural shower, I find clarity. Thoughts about myself, my life, everything just seems to flow and make sense.
When I can’t have the rain, my own shower becomes my sanctuary. I’ve spent hours under the spray, finding the same calming connection. This profound bond with water has been with me since I can remember, and I’ve never understood why. I don’t know how to swim, yet the thought of drowning holds no fear for me. Water has always felt like an embrace, a place of peace, and a quiet confidant. 🌊🌊
Ladyink with love 
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