The rain

Not everybody likes rain, just how everybody doesn’t love everybody.
I think that’s okay.

Some people see rain and think about traffic, Wet clothes, muddy roads, Cancelled plans, and the horrible feeling of stepping into a puddle, you didn’t see coming.

Some people see rain and smile , and some people I think don’t really know what they feel when it rains. I’m probably one of them. There is something about rain that makes everything feel a little more honest.

Maybe it’s because I feel the sky stops pretending. It holds everything up there for so long, the heat, the clouds, the heaviness and then one day it just lets everything fall.

No explanation no apology, just rain!

I sometimes wonder if people could do that too, just let things fall.

The things they have been carrying quietly for months, the words they never said, the people they got the chance say goodbye to properly. The disappointment saying “ that actually hurt me” felt too embarrassing.

Maybe we would all feel a little lighter. I like watching people during rain. Everyone suddenly has to be somewhere with their bag over their head, Someone pulls their friend closer under a tiny umbrella that wasn’t made for two people. It’s funny to see that and there are always those few people who don’t run. They just walk slowly and slowly, as if they don’t have anywhere else to be ,getting completely soaked. I used to think they were careless. Now I think maybe they just don’t mind being wet anymore.

Maybe there comes a point where you get tired of protecting yourself from everything.Today I stood by the window while it rained heavily. I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t
happy either. I was just being there….

And strangely that felt so nice and that’s when I realised there are very few moments in life where you aren’t trying to become something.

Better
Smarter
More successful
More attractive etc;

We are always moving towards some imaginary version of ourselves, and then rain comes along and says ,”Sit down for a minute”

We meet people without knowing how temporary they are. Someone enters your life and for a while you think they’re going to stay, you make memories with them without realising you’re making memories ,
you laugh
you fight
you forgive
you make plans
and then one day somehow your strangers again.

Sometimes you can be completely okay and still cry.