The first spring rain. And no umbrella 🌧️

I was walking home today, minding my own business. And then the sky suddenly opened up. Right above me. That very first spring rain, when the drops are still cold, but the air already smells of something fresh, promising.

Of course, there was no umbrella. Because I never carry an umbrella. Do I believe in omens? No. I just think every time: "No way." It does. Always.

I ran, laughing, dodging puddles. My hair was stuck together, my T-shirt was soaked, my mood was very cheerful. And then I stopped. Right in the rain. And I thought: "He's looking at me right now. And smiling."

I stood there, my face raised to the sky, and felt the drops trickling down my cheeks, down my neck, down my collar. And I felt so good. Because this rain is like you. Unexpected, fresh, and makes you want to live.

I ran home, changed, and made some tea. I'm sitting here, looking out the window, and smiling. Thank you, first spring rain. And thank you, everyone reading this right now🤍

Do you like getting caught in the rain? Or do you immediately hide?