I have been waking up the past few mornings to the sound of dripping rain and muffled sunlight, which could only mean one thing: the rainy season is back in town! That is always good because I love Rain!
It makes me happy, and it calms me, and it helps me sleep better. When rain drips off the side of the buildings in a repetitive drippety-drop, it creates some sort of chorus as if it were a concert choir, by the street. And I say by the street, because Rain is not pretentious or ostentatious. It's so real, and so natural. No airs about it.
It doesn't profess to be anything other than itself. Rain is grounded, and solid--two words that seem like oxy morons, because how could rain possibly be grounded or solid? But what I really mean when I say that is: In spite of how incredibly happy, and safe, and warm, the rain makes me feel, I don't feel like I'm in a fantasy that i have to wake up from. Because of how grounded it is, I feel that I'm in a fantasy that I have woken up to. Rain isn't just in my dreams, or in the air, making me happy from afar. Rain is there when I wake up, and falling outside my window. It's like happiness that is real, as opposed to fantasies that are... well, fantasies. Fantasies that exist only for someone else, somewhere else, sometime else.
Some of the greatest things are great because of how grounded they are. How, at any given time, they make you feel like you're on top of the world, but still deeply anchored to the ground. I don't know how to fully explain what I feel. Words are so limited, and the human ability to use words is even more so. But what I'm saying is: I love you, Rain.
(This Individual apologizes for his somewhat confusing entry. Like stated, the human ability to apply words is very limited. He wishes he could better explain it, but some things can never be explained. Or at least, not well. We'll just have to take the sentiments. :) )
