It’s there, letting my soul stand on the outside. I have more courage, more relaxation, and more happiness when it’s raining. I’m something, I’m shouting, I’m quiet, I’m safe and contained.
Today I hope it stays what those other, shadow-loving people call “gloomy”, or “overcast”, or “dark”, or “ugh”. For me it’s crow weather, it’s walking weather, it’s the perfect day to meet a friend and not feel too nervous. The rain is confidence.
The rain is self-sufficiency, and growth. It’s open to change, but not pushing too hard. It’s constant, and full, and overflowing, but not angrily (maybe, sometimes). The rain is what I feel like on the inside. The rain is my heart …
Between drops, that’s peace. The subtle coolness, the need for more skins; the time, just waiting, between this drop — and that drop — and this drop, again. Time is built from this beat, drumming, drumming, pointing, whispering. Rain!