Although working in aviation, rain is seen as a hindering force that literally has the ability to shut shit down but for me, rain is renewal. It’s calming, it’s peace, it’s all the things that makes me delighted to be alive. It reminds me of my childhood, and the ability to sing, dance and rejoice in the new. As an adult, I don’t think I appreciate the rain as much as I should.
I’m sure there are plenty of metaphors for the rain and what it means but tonight, I’m celebrating the security it provides me with. I close my eyes, breathe deep and just listen. I visualize the rain reaching those far in between places, that most never touch. Quenching thirst, and refreshing what was left to rot. I’m slightly jealous, the rain doesn’t have the access to me, in that way, currently but I find my confidence in the after dew it leaves.