I love dancing in the rain. Or just standing there and letting it soak my clothes until the raindrops run down my skin in rivulets. It makes me happy.
My children don’t understand it. My husband scolds me every time I let my head fall down in my neck and close my eyes, enjoying the clouds showering me. What’s not to love about the rain?
Also, rain is sensual as fuck.
This is where I have been dancing. 🙂
Not sorry about the cursing. It’s part of me.