Waking up Naked in the Rain
There’s a rain around here. I had heard it last night outside before bed. It sounded a little louder this morning, loud enough to wake me. There was only a slight chance for it in the forecast. It is a surprise.
Looking out the window, the colored concrete and granite rocks are wet just outside the door. “Did I get that window up, that one with the slit that lets the heat out when the truck sits in the sun?” I step out. As I make my way to the driveway to where my truck is parked, there are a few drops and lovely fresh air. I pass through the porch area where everything is dry. There is a light curtain of water coming off of the roof. I step through. It slaps my shoulders and there are a couple of wet spots now in my scalp. I go on.
I have made my way into the drive. “Yep, windows are okay.” It feels good to be naked and barefoot, waking up by this warm summer drizzle.” This is as good as stretching in bed, just being aware and cozy, peeling each layer of cover away as the feel of it all flows through, but this is certainly quicker.
“What’s that?!” Down the drive a couple of hundred feet, next door, I hear it. “Is that a car coming up the drive?” What’s going on at Robyn’s house?” “Could that be rain over there?” “It is rain!” I’m standing in the driveway. The sandy loam is wet and gritty on my barefeet, like a beach. “No rain here, plenty at the end of the driveway, plenty next door! “
“Is it coming my way, or just making a visit down there? Perhaps I’ll”…I hear it moving. It is loud. It is a hard rain falling. It is creating a rustle in the mesquite trees, as the water drops through the weave of branches and small leaves, with a welcomed violence. There is sound of dancing as large dollops break up, split up, dropping to the next position and then the next, downward all in mass. There is a pounding on the sand and a sudden realization that the commotion next door is big heavy drops.
“Could it be a hail?” The first few clues randomly address my vulnerable flesh. It begins to pelt me, but these are soft and warm as they mash, now frequently, on my skin, skin that knows subtle differences. Skin knows the temperature of the air, how fast the breeze carries between the drops, how many drops per square foot, which way does this come from and how quickly. How long will it stay? Does this stuff get cold?
A rain blanket drapes over me, engulfing me with sound, activity. The mind wants to run. Should I tense up, or retreat from the coming shock. It remembers the shocking chill of hard rains past, the body tenses and turns toward shelter. In a moment, this body knows and out of someplace very quiet it adjusts and puts the mind at ease. Realization appears quickly and a calm and sensual exploration begins, this is so very nice. What a treat, naked in a warm summer’s rain.
By the time that I have reached my front door the little storm has passed. I’m awake, aware, sleep is done.
Liberate your Humanity and Spirit
The Free Range Naturist 
I have always enjoyed your writing and the experiences conveyed!
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Nude is the best raincoat.
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Since ancient times, men have naturally shared nudity in public baths, clubs, saunas, during sports, and in situations where nudity is not sexualized. Quora Digest magazine posed a series of questions about nudity among men. These were some of the answers. QUESTIONS: Are you embarrassed to be naked in the locker room of a club or gym? Why is human nudity shameful and hidden? Why aren’t men uncomfortable seeing their male companions naked? How embarrassed are you, for example, if someone in a club sees your private parts? Have you ever changed in the same place (fitting room, changing room, bathroom) with another man? What was it like? Why can men show their chests in public and women can’t? Have you ever undressed in front of someone? Are you naked in front of your parents? Why aren’t men uncomfortable seeing their male companions naked? ANSWERS: From a very young age, I’ve been in places where nudity among many men is commonplace. The locker rooms or changing rooms at the gym or club, where it’s just men. Most of us get naked to be comfortable and prepare for the showers and the various steam rooms or saunas. Usually, in these spaces, we’re all pretty much acquainted, and the newcomers quickly start socializing, just as we would in any other situation, only here we’re not clothed. In the locker rooms, everyone’s minding their own business. I’ve never felt any competition regarding our physical attributes, although it might be true that some gyms have that kind of atmosphere—I’m not denying it—but it seems to me more a product of that particular person’s own obsessions and fears. In the locker rooms I frequent, and I’ve been frequenting them for many years, there’s nothing even remotely like that. Well, where I grew up, that wasn’t the custom, but when I went away to study, it was quite common for my classmates to be completely naked in locker rooms, saunas, or showers. At first, I felt a little self-conscious, but little by little I got used to it, and then it became quite natural. I’m not embarrassed; it’s normal for me because years ago I shared a room with three men, and it was normal for them too. Not at all, even though I’m fat (or rather, “am” fat?). It’s not like I’m going to strip naked for no reason. Simply in situations that require it, like the one you describe or others, or in other appropriate settings, no problem. And why should I be ashamed of having my private parts seen in a locker room? I would only be ashamed of doing something wrong. And there’s nothing wrong with my body. And whoever thinks otherwise is the one with the problem. The filth is in their mind, not in my body. I’ve never been ashamed of being naked in a public locker room. I always get completely naked when I shower, and I haven’t stopped to think whether it embarrasses me or not. For me, it’s perfectly normal to be naked in these spaces, and I’ve rarely met acquaintances who don’t. There was a time when I used to go to the gym with people I worked with, and when it was time to shower, I would get naked as usual, and others would imitate me, but I noticed that some would immediately cover themselves; some would even go to a closed stall to put on their underwear. If we look at what is considered shameful in other societies that seems perfectly normal to us, we realize how ridiculous it all is. For example, in other societies or eras, the nape of the neck, feet, knees, etc., have been taboo, and people would hide them. This generally happens more with women; men are “allowed” to show more. But, from a distance, all of that sounds outdated and ridiculous. The same is true with nudity. There are societies where being naked is the norm. Obviously, they don’t feel shame, because intrinsically there’s nothing harmful about it… Discomfort in front of other naked men depends on whether the man in question is unaccustomed to other people’s nudity or whether he has his own prejudices and fears. There will be some who consider it against their principles to be naked in front of other men for fear of being attacked or having someone stare. So, even if you’re naked among other men, it’s not exactly by choice… Over more than 25 years of going to gyms, saunas, clubs, and swimming pools; traveling for work; taking vacations with friends and family; and visiting beaches from time to time, I’ve literally changed in the same place as other people thousands of times. In fact, most of my close friends and cousins have seen me change more than once, and with many of them, I’ve even had to shower. Shame about human nudity has deep roots in culture, psychology, and evolution. From a cultural perspective, many societies have established norms about dress.
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I translated Spanish to English. Yes, thank-you. You seem to stop at men nude with men. I tend to expand this to nude humanity interacting with other nude humanity and dismiss the gender connotations.
Jbee
Traduje del español al inglés. Sí, gracias. Parece que te limitas a hombres desnudos con hombres. Yo suelo ampliarlo a la interacción entre seres humanos desnudos y otros seres humanos desnudos, y descarto las connotaciones de género.
Jbee
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