Rain is dull, grey, wet, and cold. It continues to fall from the sky without invitation, dripping on every surface it finds. From a tiny mist to large drops that pierce our faces with cold, it has the ability to turn us to running fools, chasing each other to the nearest shelter. In some places, the skies can be blue in one moment and dumping buckets of water the next. It’s as if a billion grumpy elves are in the clouds, laughing with each other and pouring out buckets of water everywhere. We all seem to dislike the rain but we all love the green plants and the colourful flowers that come after the rain is gone.
There is peace in the rain, as if we are being given the okay to let the sadness out and hold on to what is most dear. It can bring us together, inside, to seek shelter where it is dry and warm; a break from every day. We are thankful for warmth, clothing, and family. It feels like the sun is gone but of course it is always there, hidden by the clouds. As soon as the clouds dissipate, we rejoice in the return of our warm sun and hop back into our routine, hoping the rain does not return until we need it to water our plants.