Every Time It Rains

And it's raining. I love the concept of rain. Yes, I hate the way it gets you wet, the way it makes the simple task of going to your car into a huge pain and the way it makes you cold even if it's 80 outside, but the concept of rain is something else. It's something absurd in my mind, a true oddity, and I think that if it didn't happen every day, no one would believe that it could. Think about it. Water is falling from the sky. Water. Something that our bodies and plants need is falling from the sky. How strange. It's more than that though. The rain personifies a therapist and a healer to me. The soothing, steady beat relaxes me and the darkness it creates calms me down, giving me stress-relief that no medicine could provide. Then there's the metaphorical part of it. I, being the cheesiest person in the world that I know, see everything as a metaphor. It pours down, bathes the earth and leaves it feeling refreshed and free of the dirty things that had been clinging onto it. In that way, I feel like when it's raining, it's time for me to return to myself, remember who I am in case I've forgotten and to throw away anything dirty or damaging from my mind or heart. Oh, listen to me, bringing on the cheese again. No matter, I'm sure to some extent someone knows what I'm talking about. So, today, take a step back, remember why it is you're doing what you're doing with your life and make sure it has something to do with what you want.