Thunderstorms are so awesome. Literally “awesome:” they inspire awe. I don’t know of many things that, like thunderstorms, produce such nostalgia, serenity, and fear all at once. I remember sitting on the porch of my old house with my family, rocking in a rocking chair, listening to the thunder and smelling the rain. On the other hand, I know of people who are still deathly afraid of thunderstorms, even in their twenties. How can something trigger so many contrasting feelings?
My love of thunderstorms is conditional and situational, though. I love sitting at home with the windows slightly open listening to the rain, reading a great book, and drinking tea. I also enjoy putting on rainboots and a jacket and prancing around campus with nary a care in the world. But I severely dislike thunderstorms when I am required to walk to class in one. Getting to class with wet clothes is less than comfortable.
Rain can be romantic, too. Kissing in the rain is a clichéd move, but sought after by many girls. In the movie Pride & Prejudice, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy meet under a gazebo while it’s raining, and that’s where Darcy confesses his love for Elizabeth. So beautiful.
There’s something about the rain that takes away our inhibitions and makes us genuine. Makeup is washed away, hair is undone, we’re in a natural state of being sopping wet, clothes drenched, with nothing to hide behind. It’s both confidence and vulnerability at their peaks.
Rain also has a cleansing factor. After it rains, everything dirty is washed clean. In the Bible, the flood was caused by rain, and the reason for the flood was to purify the earth after people became so disobedient that God had to do something. — Genesis 7
(A little Bethanie trivia for you: my favorite song about rain is A Little Fall of Rain from Les Miserables. Wonderful.)
The next time it rains, embrace it. And the thunder, too. As Boys Like Girls says, “Baby, bring on the rain, and listen to the thunder.”