Do you remember what it felt like to get excited when it started to rain, knowing you were going to get caught in it and didn't mind ? There's a moment where you weight up two options; stay under shelter and keep dry, or go out and try to catch rain drops on your tongue. You go with the second option, excited with the anticipation of the gentle rain.
You stand there, arms wide open, head up towards the sky, almost like you're begging. You open your mouth, just enough for your tongue to become exposed, and you wait. You can feel the gentle drops of rain kiss your eyelids, and the way your eyes twitch when it happens. You stand there for a minute, feeling the rain soak you from head to toe. Almost like it's cleaning away all the negative thoughts from your day. You're at peace with everything, in your own little bubble, under you own little cloud, waiting for the water to trickle down your tongue.
After a few minutes, you begin to wonder if it's going to happen at all. Nothing has come from it yet, so why would it change now ? Your head tilts down and you taste nothing but bitter defeat from Mother Nature. A little voice inside your head says to wait longer, so you raise your head once more, and poise yourself for the moment you've been waiting for. A drop hits you blank square in the forehead, and you know it's going to happen. Your heart races only a fraction more, and then... Sweet joy. The first drop hits your tongue and it's like your tasting water for the firs time. It's never been cleaner, more soothing. Nothing else matters except catching rain drops on your tongue.
That's exactly how a hug feels when you need it. You feel like you've been standing out in the pouring rain waiting for that moment of complete utter peace, until someone wraps their arms around you and washes all that pain away. It's all you care about, and it's exactly what you needed.
Whenever it rains, I always think of hugging someone. Even for a second, just so I can take away whatever is weighing down their mind.