Here comes the rain again

It is kind of strange and sweet and... stuff, how a really heavy rainstorm can make a group of grown men (but not really that grown up at all, mind you) wallow in childhood memories.
At lunch today I was sitting with some of my coworkers outside a restaurant when the heavens opened up. Many times over actually. When the first wave hit: we all went "Wow, cool!" and smiles spread all around. Then, when we thought it had peaked, if increased the cat and dog ratio even more. And then again, and actually again after that. When I looked around I witnessed wide eyes and smiles all around the restaurant.

And then it happened: Everyone started telling cute tales about running in the rain as a kid, going to sleep with the rain hammering down on the roof above, being a bit scared of the lightning and thunder but not really because the cup of hot cocoa made you feel all snuggled up and secure.

There is something about natures raw displays of force that just stumps you... Damn how I love it. Gives you the opportunity to step back and chill the f**k out every once in a while.