Rain

When I was little, it used to rain a lot in my home town. Like, a lot. I never saw the rainas anything more than just water from the sky. I mean, I was a child. What else was I supposed to see it as? I didn’t see it as a bad thing like most people did though. I really liked the rain.I still do. Rain was, and is, something that brings me a great deal of joy and comfort. Snuggling up on rainy days and listening to my parentstelling stories when I was little. Later on when I was a teenager, snuggling up with a cup of tea, next to a window, to admire the rain, and a good book about a sad girl.

I like the rain because it has a story to tell. Rain is poetic. Rain is beauty. People who prefer sunny days over rainy ones are people who lack depth. What's so great about the sun? It symbolizes happiness, but that's not a deep emotion. Rain can be sad or angry. Rain can be dangerous. What can the sun be other than happy? When I was little, there was only one time that rain was dangerous.

It was 2008, the middle of Spring. It was raining a lot. No one thought anything of it. But then came more rain, a flood, a yellow sky, a tornado. It took people’s houses and lives. It destroyed them. It was a traumatic event that scarred my town forever. We never saw it coming. We just thought it was rain. We celebrated the rain, it was good for our gardens, yards, and wells.

Though I’ve gone through that, rain doesn’t shake me. It’s like a strong woman. Beautiful, dangerous, sad even. Strong women have a reason to be strong. Usually they have gone through some traumatic and intense stuff.

Rain is more than water falling from the sky. More than a heavy cloud getting lighter. It's the cloud letting out its emotions. Crying. Rain is the epitome of Mother Nature. Weather is how she expresses her feelings. And rain is her crying. Mother Nature is beautiful but aggressive, again, like a strong woman. That’s why rain is such a great thing.

Never will I ever be watching the weather and groan when I hear that there will be rain, because rain makes me happy. It's weird. The sun doesn't make me happy like it does for most people. The "depressing" rain makes me feel so comfortable and at home and it's when I'm at my happiest. It lets me know that Mother Nature has emotions just like me. Just like everyone else. Kind of like I feel at one with the rain, with nature. Like the rain is my friend, and I can’t wait for her visits because she always makes me feel understood. She reminds me of my best friend. Always there for me, but never overly excited and happy like the sun. We don't like the sun, she's too happy. A fake kind of happy. She's that one girl in school that everyone loves, but you can see right through her. You know that she's not that great, she's actually kind of annoying. She's too showy, too upfront. She loves to draw attention to herself and for some reason, everyone loves her. Except me. I don't love her. I love the rain.

Rain isn't afraid to show her emotions, and I like that about her. She's very artistic and intelligent. Sun is just happy. Ignorance is bliss, and she's swimming in the most blissful state possible. She's not creative, just boring. And she hurts you. Sunburns are her petty slaps, you just brush them off like they're nothing, it won't happen again. But it always does. She always hurts you. But Rain is just trying to shield you from her harsh words and actions. You can't seem to see that though. You see her intentions as bad, and you say that all she can do is bad things. She is good, she is kind. She just needs love. Like you and me, Rain is just human.