Rain - 18

That is the gift of Rain 18. It never really ends. It just waits for you to come back outside. The next time it rains, do not run. Do not open your umbrella immediately. Stand still for ten seconds. Close your eyes. Listen to the rhythm. Ask yourself: What did I know at eighteen that I have since forgotten?

At eighteen, you are still porous. You haven't yet built the calluses of adulthood. When the rain hits your skin at that age, it doesn't just get you wet; it gets into you. It becomes a character in your story. It was the rain that ruined your first road trip. It was the rain that soaked through your graduation gown, making the cheap polyester stick to your arms like a second skin. It was the rain that fell the night you said goodbye to your best friend, knowing you would never really be kids again. Rain 18

"Then why are you sitting in the rain?"