Bittersweet

I enjoy a rainy day, but not like any other would . I like running through the rain beating the waves of drops splashing on my face, landing on my head. It's delightful as the rain caresses my skin, and wraps it's way around and holds it for a second, then he leaves you in awe. Like a hand touching your face, only to stay for a while. The rain is a bittersweet event.