There’s a special bliss from camping in the rain, hiking in the rain, and just standing in the rain.
It’s hard to capture the feeling in words really but I’ll give it a try.
The calming drops dancing their frigid feet on your skin as you spread your arms and turn your face to the sky, washing away your worries with each cold step on your eyelids. The drumming of the rain on the canopy above sauntering into your body, shifting it to the rhythm. Calming bliss flows through your body from the top of your head to the soles of your feet. You are there, right then, alive.
There’s a special bliss from camping in the rain, hiking in the rain, and just standing in the rain.
It’s hard to capture the feeling in words really but I’ll give it a try.
The calming drops dancing their frigid feet on your skin as you spread your arms and turn your face to the sky, washing away your worries with each cold step on your eyelids. The drumming of the rain on the canopy above sauntering into your body, shifting it to the rhythm. Calming bliss flows through your body from the top of your head to the soles of your feet. You are there, right then, alive.
For a little bit, anyone that has hiked longer distances will have bad memories of soggy socks
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