My unsuccessful attempt of describing what rain does to me

It’s five in the morning and the only thing that could wake me up on this time on such wasteful days, only to feel the most refreshing breeze and watch the myth of a rising sun come true, and it’s the smell of the rain. ❤
I don’t know how there’s something mystical about these rainfalls, it makes you want to take a deep breath, there’s something about the sound, the fragrance or i don’t know the tiny droplets maybe, i really don’t know. No wonder so many stories, infinite poems and innumerable paragraphs have been written around them. I generally fall out of words when i come to describing this phenomena (like i generally run out of word anyways but it’s in a different context here). I don’t know rains just make me feel so good and so positive every single time, they make me think positive and they, manage to make me take a forward step in some or the other ‘good’ thing in my life. I do get why they talk so much about love when they talk about rains but i don’t understand why they romanticize it so much. The rains don’t make me feel like ‘oh my god i need someone in my life to love me’ even if i actually do, they make me love myself and cherish the fact that i still exist and i exist in this pretty world around me in this form and in this, ‘the most beautiful’ part of the world.
Okay it stopped pouring, but i still love the wind. It’s exactly the thing we describe with the word pleasant. It just pleases me so much. It makes me want to close my eyes and hold up my face and, as i said, enjoy my existence from within.

I don’t know how or why but, this kind of weather just forces me to be true to myself, and it produces some of those thoughts that are too rare for an extrovert to have. Thoughts like, wishing to lay alone on the roof staring at the sky or thoughts of a world with much much less number of people and a private park or something like that or wishing to read a simple novel in the day light in the company of a cup of coffee or more of such ‘me and my simple life’ thoughts.
I just don’t know why does all this happen and just how? How can the precipitation of some condensed water in the sky lead to a shower of thoughts in my my cerebral cortex or whatever.
Like it doesn’t quite make sense does it? Like how can a magical bunch of clouds falling apart help me get my pieces together? How can a few droplets of water and a few cool winds change my world into a slow motion scene from the beginning of some movie?
Anyhow, what matters more is that they do make me feel so much better and they do fill me up with happy vibes (as i prefer calling them) just somehow.
As some people say, and as i believe, some questions are good only until answered. Some questions don’t require answers, they aren’t meant to have answers, they’re meant to lead us to the right ways and that’s it. That’s their purpose.

And ya by the way, i’m probably making no sense at all but i will publish this anyways, to increase, my unsuccessful attempts of describing what rain does to me, in number.
Well, it’s more than an hour now and the sun has finally decided to make it’s appearance, so i think i would want to stop typing and leave my phone right here while i see the myth of a rising sun come true.
Good morning by the way.❤