Rain is a silly thing. Drops are only seen falling in front of headlights or streetlamps or reflected in the pools. Each puddle avoided just adds to the spender of jumping into the enormous one right outside your house. Then dash inside to change into slippers and warm your toes. The sounds against the window and on the roof are steady as you go to sleep.


I realized how lucky I am that I only have to bear that rain during my commute. The rain that I enjoy only for the minutes I am outside and then watch lovingly from my house. Last night I was able to spend it indoors but others were not. Rain is a silly thing, both comforting to some and an unavoidable challenge for others.