Spending any amount of time in the rain is usually only a joy when you’re five, not wearing your favorite shoes, and completely unconcerned that your clothes are turning transparent! Growing up in the desert, summer rainstorms were my favorite. They were practically magical. So I look outside my window every time it starts to pour and wish for a second — before reality sets in: I’m not in the desert anymore! — that I was out there in it with Ben Blair. Instead, I usually light a fire and stay warm and dry inside. : )
We may have to hit the Rain Room at London’s Barbican, a high-tech indoor rainstorm that falls everywhere except on those walking through it. All the romance without the running mascara!
Found via Thought You Should See This.