Rain is Beautiful

It was raining out, big, fat, pelting drops of moisture falling from the dark, grey clouds only to explode on the pavement on which I stood. I felt sorry for the raindrops, having to fall from their home in the clouds to die on the ground of this filthy world. All around me people were running around, searching for a place to escape the downpour, but I didn’t mind getting soaked, the rain calmed me. Despite being cold, my wet clothes comforted me like a warm blanket, reassuring me that I was not like everyone else.

People often said I was insane for doing things no one else would do, like standing outside in the middle of a downpour, but I know they’re wrong. I am not insane at all, I simply don’t worry about whether or not my clothes will dry or how messed up my hair will be. Rain is beautiful and the fact that the drops choose to fall on me is comforting.

Most people think of sadness when it rains, probably because raindrops look so much like teardrops, but to me rain is cheerful. I think people cry in order to get the sadness out of them so they can be happy again, maybe that’s what the sky’s doing when the rain falls. Most of the time the sky is bright and cheerful, but you can’t be happy all the time so the sky cries rain and lets its happiness fall with the raindrops.

Yes, rain is beautiful.