In these times when rain constantly comes and goes - almost out of the blue - a lot of memories are coming back. Rain brings back old memories, both happy and sad.
1. Rain reminds me of home.
I grew up in the part of the world where rain pours almost everyday. And since I have already relocated and now work and live in another part of the country, I don’t really experience that same amount of rain anymore. I don’t really see rain that much because my new abode is almost the opposite of my hometown - it’s sunny and hot and humid here. My new place is fast-paced, erratic, and almost automatic that I don’t even have the luxury of time to stop and admire the sunset.
But every time it rains here, I remember home. I remember by family. I remember how I spent my childhood years. I remember how my friends and I play under the rain.
Life was simple then; fun and enjoyment had nothing to do with NFL flasks or Mens Cufflinks. Having a good time does not necessitate the presence f liquor, cigarettes or even music. It was simply about going to school, seeing your friends, and laughing your heart out. Thanks to rain, I am reminded, once in a while, that I can always find pleasure in life’s most natural states.
2. Rain reminds me of past heartaches.
Of course, anyone would associate rain with tears - tears associated with the loss of a loved one, a failed relationship, a broken heart. And this holds true to me. Rain, indeed is a constant, yet gentle reminder of life’s despairs and sorrows.
Rain reminds me of the times when I’ve cried over the loss of a long-time partner. It reminds me of the times when I have to brave the wind, empty the contents of my magic wallet just to get to a flight that would lead me to the love of my life. Indeed, rain is a constant reminder that once upon a time, I cried over something, over someone.
Rain is nature’s way of telling us that sometimes, we need to cry. It is a beautiful yet figurative sign telling us that sometimes, we need to be under the rain, to appreciate the glow of the sun. Rain, is life’s gift to us to gently yet constantly pound our minds about the necessity of heartache to appreciate abundance and love.
