When i was a kid, as soon as we could hear the first few drops of the rain falling to the ground, we'd run to the window and check if it was strong enough. If it is, we'd make a dash towards to the back door and out into the open with the rain pelting our skin. We'd run around and enjoy the rain to our heart's content. No problems. No worries, just plain fun.Now that we've grown up, dancing in the rain is a foregone thing to do. For one, it ain't practical anymore. Second, we're not kids. We can't run around - with our shirts sticking to our skins, not anymore. And last, they say standing under the rain makes us sick.
But do you ever get the feeling that dancing in the rain is the most romantic thing? You're letting go of all inhibitions. You're letting go of yourself as you run around, skipping around water puddles. You enjoy as water droplets fall upon your face. The wind is cold and the rain is cool. You're having the best time of your life, probably the best there ever will be (or so you think at that moment).
But what if it has its downsides? What if it has its downfalls? Or side effects as they like to call it? What if the feeling you got was temporary? What if it was just for that moment? Nothing more, nothing less. A dip in the unknown. A dip, take note, not a swim.
You let go of yourself; you lose yourself in the feeling; you forget everything else that once mattered. What if its of to no avail? Is certainty a guarantee? Is security a promise the rain holds?
What if we get hurt after dancing in the rain? What if some illness accompanied by depression decides to knock on our doors? What then?
Yet no matter how hard you try to resist, it has a hold on you. It's like lulling you to give in to the temptation. No matter how you tell yourself of the damage it can do to you, you find yourself stepping out of the safe zone and into the wet, rainy pavement.
Is the magical feeling you get from the rain still there? Can it last? How long before it vanishes into thin air and you are left with nothing but misery? We all know there is a possibility that we can get hurt while dancing in the rain.
We know the damage it can cause us.
Is the "magical feeling" enough to compensate the pain?
And even if we're given that warning, do we still risk to stand and dance in the rain even when we know it can make us sick?
Some of us won't.
Some of us will.
Because we're hoping against all hopes that we have enough strength to make ourselves better again.
