T H E R A I N

Rain is the practice of Change.

                                                            T H E R A I N
Comfort comes from the most irrevocable things. Rain is something that, for me, was always there. Rain is a reliability, a distant home waiting for you in the hardest times—a memory that creeps up on you like the shivers that roll through your vertebrae.

Rain is like the expression of comfort itself. Unexpected at first, even frightening to newcomers. But like any experience that remains steadfast, you learn to attach yourself to the rhythm it carries. For most people, rain is seen as depressing and isolating. It’s boring, it’s uncontrollable, it ruins your day. But for me, rain has become the utmost blessing, and a gateway to moving into a new chapter of life.

The unforeseen sound of raindrops creeping into the sound waves of my eardrums would be like a whistle when you're lost—a reminder that home was always there. Whether it was thunderstorms or light pattering against the humid window, each electrostatic discharge felt like a breath, pausing everything I was doing in the moment to look back on the relations of memories.

When the rain halted and the lightning slowly stopped ricocheting against the second-floor windows, my body would step out of its trance. Opening my door, the first steps I take ignore my surroundings, focusing only on that distinct smell that follows rain. The scent of reality. A natural, clean smell that springs your emotions and physicality forward, turning away from nostalgia and memories. The closure of the comfort you once believe would never go away. The anxiousness we call, discomfort.

The motion of rain is the change we know will eventually come. The first drops begin to fall, and the overwhelming sense of uneasiness disrupts the comfort we were once used to. Then the rhythm of the rain settles, just like the comfort we eventually remember feeling. The rain leaves as quietly as it came, opening the sky to breathe again.

April showers bring May flowers.