Rain

I need to be reading for this class and yet I can't. It is raining outside. My window is open and I can hear the rain beating against the roof. I can smell it. I have items near the window that are getting wet but I don't care. I have only eyes for the rain.

Rain has been my favorite part of nature since I was a little girl. I grew up in the desert where there were not many rainstorms. We had monsoon season, which was a few months in the summer where it would rain for about ten minutes—really hot, dusty water—, get humid for two hours, and then be just like any other day. I think it was the lack of rain that really drew me to it. It is also this that fostered my dislike of umbrellas (why hide from the rain when it is so wonderful?) There is something so pure and clean about a rainstorm. As they say, it washes everything away. But it is more than that. There is an interesting harmony created in a rainstorm. Everything becomes blanketed in water droplets and grows stronger because of it. Because water gives life, it helps things grow.

Rain gives me a sense of peace. It gives me hope. It reminds me of God and His light. It is serene. It is hypnotizing. It is magic.

It is nature.