Walking in the rain

 　　A sudden downpour caught me completely off guard, blocking my way.

　　I was walking along when I felt raindrops slide down my face. Before I could even process what was happening, the raindrops began to fall heavily on me, gathering on my face. It was raining! My clothes gradually darkened, as if they had been re-soaked. Looking around, some people were shielding their heads with their hands to protect their hair. Others were running, racing against the rain to find shelter, their speed undeniably impressive. For a moment, the pedestrians were in a state of panic, each trying to react to this sudden gift from heaven.

　　I, however, remained unmoved, continuing to walk slowly, as if strolling through a market, leisurely and carefree. The rain first hit my head, soaking my hair before streaming down my cheeks, the flow gradually quickening. As I walked, some rain streaked across my face, while others slanted towards my clothes. The raindrops surrounded me from all sides, landing on any point, leaving me no way to stop them. My clothes were soaked, and a chill gradually crept over me. Even so, I had no intention of running. I simply let the rain assault me, swinging my arms, tilting my head back, and striding forward. I knew that people seeking shelter nearby, passing by me, or even just seeing me would look at me with puzzled eyes, making all sorts of guesses—saying I was stupid, that I couldn't run, or even that I was mentally ill. That was all I could imagine.

　　I felt as if my body had been given a complete wash, not only washing away the dust from my clothes but also cleansing my heart. I felt an unprecedented sense of comfort, as if the world had changed, revealing beauty everywhere, inviting me to embrace it. At that moment, many of my inner unhappiness and entanglements vanished, leaving only a feeling of the beauty of life and the happiness of living. This

　　reminded me of something that happened in the army. It was also a rainy day. A soldier was returning to his dormitory from the mess hall after a meal. Most of the soldiers ran back, afraid of getting wet and wanting no contact with the rain at all. This soldier, however, walked slowly, which I happened to see from upstairs. As he walked, he even started marching in step, which puzzled his comrades, and I was a little confused myself. After he went back inside, I asked him if it felt good to be soaked in the rain. He smiled and said it was a feeling he'd never experienced before, it was so refreshing. I kept that in mind, still somewhat skeptical. I thought, if it's really that good, why don't most people do it?

　　At that moment, I thought of this soldier and really wanted to talk to him. I completely understood him now; I felt the feeling he described—it was truly refreshing!

　　Rain is nature, a friend of humankind. Wouldn't it be impolite not to embrace our friends?

　　Walking in the rain is walking on the path of nature, becoming one with nature, enjoying its natural essence, and feeling its warmth.

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