I've Always Loved the Rain
"Let's just sit quietly and listen to the secrets the rain wants to tell us" John Mark Green ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚ ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚ ︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚ I’ve always loved the rain. The way it falls in little droplets and forms puddles in the streets. The way rain feels on my skin. I remember when I was younger how much I would want to go out and play in the rain. My mom told me to bundle up or I’ll catch a cold. But I couldn’t care less. It was a refreshing shower that coated my body in a way that made me feel alive. The flowers in the garden adored it as much as I did.
I danced in the rain with no care. Walked with no umbrella, no rainboots, nothing like that. Looked up to the cloudy grey skies with a smile full of pure joy as I swayed along with the light breeze of the wind. People forget that we too are part of nature. That we are children of our planet.
When we say we love the rain, we do so from the comfort of our insulated walls that shelter us from it. We say we love the rain and yet we view it as more of a danger to be avoided. Sickness is associated with the rain and yet we still say that we love it. For it’s serene looks. For it’s aesthetics and the symbolic meanings that we assign to it. That we write about in school, analysisng just what the addition of rain is trying to convey within the narrative.
But for a moment, just for a moment. View rain with wonder. With the kind that you once had when you were a child. You saw the world in color, so bright and vibrant, but when it is stripped and it is all grey, can you still see the color? The way the rain comes and brings life around it? Making it possible for the color to glow even brighter than before. Growth in tandem with the beauty of the sun gives an organism energy to keep on breathing.
That is rain, it brings new life to the dead leaves. Cyclical, it all is. And how it will all end up being. I’ve always loved the rain.