rain

you know how raindrops bring you down to earth with them? even when you’re in a different country, when it starts raining, it turns you all soft and nostalgic and wondery --watching the lightning shoot jaggedly across the gray sky from inside the mini as if it were a firework show. when it rains so hard, you can barely look outside without feeling dizzy cus the windows are so blurry- i love that. rain makes me feel like i’m at home, no matter where i am in the world. it has this organic, mysterious way of tying together every place you’ve ever been, ever loved. and it’s because there are memories attached to each droplet, stories that each one carry, stories of running outside in the spring rainfall as a little blonde four-year-old in your swimsuit, of dancing in the dark drizzle at youthgroup with your old best friend, of driving five miles an hour in a blinding downpour with a boy that never really loved you, of the night before you left for college and it was storming something fierce and all you wanted was the one you loved beside you. rainfall, however it does fall, carries that feeling of light sadness blended with rising hope, and waters the dreams borne inside your chest.