Rainy day orgasm

A rainy day makes life worth living, that alone. Everything makes sense when seen through clouded glass. The world seems to be a safer opponent, like catching a stranger in the shower with soap in their eyes, the threat of conflict diminished substantially. I feel like a child let loose, inhibitions and reservations washed away along with my eyebrows. I walk a little taller when I am soaked to my panties in cold rainwater. I splash in muddy puddles in my 4 inch heels and laugh at people clutching umbrellas rushing for cover. A rainy day feels right, like my insides are on display for everyone to see except that they are all too busy trying to stay dry to notice. I am inside out, I am a 10 foot smile, I am a screaming orgasm, I am a baby on fire, I am flying above you with the rain clouds and you have no idea because when was the last time you looked straight up into the rain?