I used to love the rain when I was younger. Partly because everyone else hated it.
It’d be an awesome feeling to be out in the rain and feel yourself get drenched to the skin in your school shirt, and not care.. whilst everyone else rushes inside. In that time, the world becomes totally yours again, and it’s freeing.
However, now, when I want to take photos of people and the rain prevents it, I’m not as enamoured towards its charms.
I would quite like to take some photos of someone in the rain, but it’d need to be a very specific thing. Soaking probably. And the girl I was meant to see today is too blonde and sunny a person to be on grey skies.