Will I sound like a total nerd if I say that I love the scene in Daredevil when he walks out into the rain and realizes that he can see wihout his eyes? Ever since I saw it the first (well, the only) time, I have been fascinated by that image of living in a way that recognizes its dependence on a sense of touch.
Not that I have ever wished I was blind, but I want my life to be like that, and rain reminds me of that. No matter how cold and miserable it seems to be, whether it is those first few drops or the walk back to my apartment in a downpour, rain reminds me that there is a great big world out there that will keep spinning no matter how tragic my own problems are. And it will do more than keep spinning, because the feel of cool water on my skin reminds me that it will also continue to be full of beauty and wonder.
I have been one acquainted with the night
I have walked out in rain and back in rain,
I have outwalked the farthest city lights...
I've been told that Frost was depressed and is depressing, but I love to read and memorize him. He knew about the rain. And who knows, maybe a little bit of rain (or depression) is good for us. Maybe I'm crazy, but it reminds me to stop, and to feel.
(I stop here to spare you all of my favorite country songs)
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