Excuse me when I stand in the rain. Excuse me when I politely decline your offer for an umbrella. Excuse me when I allow my hair to get soaked, my clothes to get drenched and my shoes to become saturated. Excuse me if I love to feel the raindrops against my skin.
I remember the moments when I was so numb I could feel nothing. I remember the moments when I would turn my feelings off like a light switch because I didn’t know if I had the bandwidth to process anymore pain.
It is because of those moments when I couldn’t feel that I love to stand in the rain. It is because of those moments when it hurt to feel anything that I love to stand in the rain and feel everything. So excuse me. Excuse me while I embrace the very thing that others shield themselves from.