Simply put, I wonder why I don't simply wear a jacket or warmer clothing whenever I am exposed to the chill of nature, especially in rainy weathers and thunderstorms. Because, here I am, sitting at the computer on a stormy Sunday afternoon, almost-shivering from the cold blowing in from the balcony. Rain splashes hard against my windows, and I can see the trails of water as they slide down.

At times like this, I long for my fur, no matter if it's soaking wet; I long for my wings, to wrap around myself; I sometimes even long for my scales to keep the rain out.

I guess I expose myself to nature because I'm part of it. That's why I frequently go out to walk in thunderstorms, even though I shiver like heck in it, shiver like heck out of it, and risk the chance of pneumonia. That's why I risk the lightning and thunder, because I know that out there, I'm truly alone, and truly have the equalest rate of survival as other animals have.

I'm kind of shivering right now, actually, but I refuse to go get a jacket or anything. Heh.

*howls*