Random pop-ups of crazy emotions

As the sky weeps like it has never wept before, the loud sounds of thick rain drops hitting against the roof, roads, gutters and walls, fill me with a tingle of unexplainable excitement. A black Santro Xing splashes through the ankle-level-flooded street, rushing towards its destination to seek shelter from the raging rain.

I want to go out and play in this rain.

I want to scream and shout to release all the bottled up emotions in me.

I want to run around like an escaped maniac.

I want to jump up and down like on a trampoline.

I want to bang on this keyboard to make bullet-like sounds.

I want to dance in the dirty puddles.

I want to roll around like a pig in the mud.

I want to exhaust myself and struggle for breath.

I want to rip and shred like a barbarian.

But, why?