Fallin' in love with the rain..

What is it about the rain?
I've always loved the rain.
I've taken joy of the smell it brings as its first few drops hit the ground.
I'm not quite sure what it is about the rain that particularly drew me.
Perhaps its the way you are left in awe after watching the rain. Or perhaps its the effect of two emotions from totally different sides.

There is a certain sadness in the rain that gets to you.
Effect of the gloomy ambiance? Probably.
But there's something there you can feel but can't quite understand.
You sit in one corner, watching as the downpour of the rain is accompanied by the downpour of emotions within you.
At times, it overwhelms you. Other times, it kills (for the lack of a better term :D ) you.
There is also that wishful thinking that maybe the rain can wash away the pent up feelings trapped within oneself. Emotions that were kept at bay creeps its way out into the open once again, exposing the vulnerable you.

Yet, there is a certain calmness that you can't find anywhere else.
You feel contentment as you watch those drops fall out from the sky and unto everything else it can touch.
There's a certain hope amidst it all, impossible to see but something tells you its there, lurking behind dark clouds and angry skies.
It's the thought of knowing that after the rain comes a brand new place, washed out of everything tainted and ready for a fresh start with a clean slate.
It's the thought that after the rain comes sunshine.
Maybe that's the magic the rain holds
that you can't help... but fall in love.