My window is open right now. I can hear the rain falling. I can hear the wet sounds of the drenched day. I've always told you that I love the rain. I understand why some wouldn't like it: it is cold, makes everything soggy, increases the chance that one will slip, splotches up glasses. But despite all that, I love the rain. There are practical reasons to like it, such as the fact that it keeps wild plants hydrated. That's fine, but I love the rain for much more than that. There's the beauty of its presence and the comfort of its sounds. There's the way that it gives purpose to a grey sky. There's the way that it transforms our dry world into something renewed. I feel like a haiku, so here is one to close this post.
From grey skies, falling,
your droplets transform my world
into what I love.
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