swim in the rain

it is soooo niceee…. want to do it again

it’s fun!

I was taking swim class and it often rained as it neared winter. The teacher (and the rest of us) figured that we’re wet anyway – what’s so bad about getting a little more wet? It’s oddly nice. Colder, which I don’t care for, but it’s not bad at all. :)

I’d do it again anytime.

It was one of those storms that you could smell coming: the smell of rain thick in the air before it even hit, the wind blowing tumbleweeds helter-skelter around the Best Western my parents had made our resting place for the night on our trek from Texas to California. Usually my parents fought on road trips, not that they only fought on road trips. They didn’t need a good reason for squabbling like children; it was a habit or a hobby. Maybe they wouldn’t know what to do with themselves if they weren’t yelling and screaming like banshees into the night. So into the moody evening I retreated, enchanted to see the wild wind waving the trees like feathery fans. I would count 1-2-3 after crazy zigzags of crackling and sparkling would light up the sky and BOOM, the thunder would clap and roar like a sonic boom. Rain in steady torrents soothed the dusty fields all around. And I swished away into the aqua-blue pool lit up by the bright underwater pool light shining like an incandescant beacon. I became a mermaid in the storm, daring the lightening to strike me for my rebellion. My parents didn’t seem to care that I was swimming in the storm; they had their own (storms) to contend with. Was I tempting fate to keep me from having to stay with this mockery of a family on the move? I was not a willing participant in our cross-country move after all. The vast fields of countryside in Texas suited my need for space and freedom from the internal sqalls of my childhood home. Playing outside was my fortress; my shelter from the internal storms that wrecked havoc on the the suffocating, mixed-up world that was my family. And so I glided back and forth through the rain-splattered chlorinated ripples of the pool while lightening danced overhead and all around through the trees in a glorious light show. Perhaps I was brave or foolish more like it, or, perhaps I was retaining what small vestige of control I could. And so I swam and I swam
into the night with the ping of raindrops dancing around me
and brilliant flashes of white against the purple angry sky guiding my way.

-C
9-18-07

It can get cold, and I live in arizona. I was out in the pool with my sister and it was looking cloudy but it was a warm day so we staying the pool talking and just having fun through the rain storm. it was fun.

I’ve done this in a pool and at the ocean, if feels weird, sometimes the drops hurt on the shoulders, but it’s totally fun!!

I did it, about 3-4 years ago. It was actually alot of fun, my two sisters and i are ALWAYS at the pool. XD
We went to the pool on a sunny day and then it just started raining out of the blue, and we decided to stay because it was actually pretty kool.
It wasnt cold at all though, Just warm.

in France on holiday (I’m not sure how old I was, under 14 anyway), me and my sister went to the pool at the campsite, which was outdoors, and it happened to be raining but we still went swimming. I don’t really remember it, I guess I was quite young. I don’t know if it was that cold or not, but we were in France (fairly hot country), and it was summer.

during a monsoon. The ocean was beautifully warm and rain washed the salt water off me. Wonderful feeling. Much better than just waiting out the storm in the shelter of the cliffs.

Its a strange feeling when the cold water is warmer then the freezing air!