For the Love of Rain

Since I was a little child, I have always loved the rain. I enjoyed tiny drops of water cooling my skin as I played a heated game of tag with my younger sister on the driveway. The drizzle would gradually turn into a heavy downpour, masking the horizon with a sheet of silver strokes blazing across the sky. Naïve as I was, I refused to scurry back into the house to keep myself dry. Instead, I would stop dead on my tracks and enjoy the cool sensations that would breathe life into my tired body, my head tilted back to feel the rain splash against my face. Trisha, my little sister, would let out a giggle and run towards me, eventually following the position I was in: head tilted back except with her mouth wide open to let the raindrops fall inside, thinking that she could actually taste the difference between the water we drank at home and the rainwater that she was taste testing that very moment. 1

Leaving the sudden flashes of light across the sky or the greyish hue of everything around us to go unnoticed, we would be too engrossed with the song we would always sing together every time the rain would come to visit. “If all the raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops, oh, what a rain would it be!” We would belt out with all the air in our lungs. More streaks of light coming from the darkness would fly like javelins thrown across the heavens without warning, ready to pierce into anyone who would dare defy cautiousness. 2

Until today, I still enjoy watching the rain as much as I loved immersing myself into it back when I was in my younger years. I still love the refreshing sounds each raindrop would make as it would hit the trees above my head and onto cold pavement on the ground. It was like a silent symphony that only I can hear and experience. Each time I would reach out to touch the drops that would fall from my umbrella during a rainy day, the image of me as a child would materialize inside my mind, dancing and singing under the blanket of cold and rejuvenating rain.3