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Rain is my second favorite scent.

I love severe weather. I think it puts us in our place as human beings. We’re too cocky of a species. We think we’ve removed ourselves from the food chain and everything that exists on the planet is for our taking. Weather does a good job of reminding us how minuscule we are.

Insanely powerful storms leave us trembling in closets or basements. Torrential downpours flood our streets and land. Straight line winds uproot giant trees and blow roofs off houses. Frigid ice storms forbid us from leaving our homes. I love it. After all, as I wrote last time, I’m a big fan of finding the magic in reality.

Rain is probably my favorite. I am a double water sign, after all. Pisces sun, Scorpio moon. Two of the most intuitive and powerful water signs. Water connects me to something else. I wish I could explain it, although if I could, you would all probably think I was insane. Perhaps I am. I’ve always felt connected to something higher. Not necessarily God, but… something.

I’m not a religious person. I’ve had a bad taste in my mouth for organized religion since I was a child. But there’s something about nature and energy that I can get behind. Severe storms always recharge me in a weird way, and they always seem to come around when I need the energy.

My world turned upside down when I finished school. I’ve been running this insane marathon and I finally finished. I’m job hunting, but I’m quickly learning that my degree means a lot less than most middle aged adults led me to believe. I feel that I no longer have a place. A purpose. I’m not depressed, I’m just a little lost. Getting back in a gym has helped a little, although I’m wildly disappointed by how much strength I’ve lost over the years. It’ll come back. It’s just hard to remember the weights that I used to be able to bench and squat and I can’t even come close to that right now.  Also my arms feel like they could just melt off my body.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this. I just stood outside and watched the storm for a few minutes and felt like writing, but I don’t really have anything specific to write about because I spend most of my days alone.  It’s not a bad thing. I’d rather have a small circle that I can depend on than countless friends that don’t care for me much. I learned that lesson awhile ago.

Anyway, listening to this storm is like listening to a lullaby for me, so I’m going to lay in bed and cuddle my dog (who is deathly afraid of thunder) and doze off. Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have something more interesting to write about.