what is it about thunderstorms that is so intensely romantic? perhaps the heavy air, charged with electricity, the power reflected in dark rolling clouds, and the booming claps of thunder all combine in a heady mix that gets our heart rates going. not to mention that kissing in the midst of a torrential downpour shows complete disregard and carelessness, and allows us to indulge in total spontaneity.
Obviously, Hollywood has picked up on this, as there are countless renditions of dramatic kisses in the rain, but really, I feel that there are only two worth mentioning.
the original
"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."
ohh audrey- those eyes! that trenchcoat! elegance personified.
the epic lovestory
did anyone see the lightening down by lakeshore last night? so eerie seeing cracks of it for a split second, then suddenly dark nothingness again.
i wish i had cutesie galoshes :(
Obviously, Hollywood has picked up on this, as there are countless renditions of dramatic kisses in the rain, but really, I feel that there are only two worth mentioning.
the original
"You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself."
ohh audrey- those eyes! that trenchcoat! elegance personified.
the epic lovestory
did anyone see the lightening down by lakeshore last night? so eerie seeing cracks of it for a split second, then suddenly dark nothingness again.
i wish i had cutesie galoshes :(
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