Intensely alive

There ought to be a word for getting drenched in the summer rain.

When first you're caught unawares, wanting to escape. Then being indecisive about the options, realising the strenght of the deluge - and then letting it all happen.

Feeling rivulets running down your neck and cheeks, pants soaked and clinging,
t-shirt dripping. Fingers tingling with the dampness. But you couldn't care less.

And with the acceptance comes a sudden sense of exhilaration and petty survival.