Why I Love Rain

     It rained today. I love rain. It is so simple, yet so satisfying. That might sound odd. How can drops of water falling from the sky be satisfying? I wonder that myself. I don't really have much of an answer, except that it symbolizes something that my soul has discovered but has not shared with the rest of me. I am beginning to figure it out though, and will now attempt to put it into words.
     For some people, a cloudy day is depressing. The gray skies hold only gloom. But for me, while they do bring a level of melancholy, they also hold so much hope.
     Maybe it's only me. I find comfort in the melancholy. Skies that are layered with dark clouds. It is as if nature is saying, "even I cannot always be sunny and cheerful." 
     That is not the end, though. Here comes the hope I mentioned. Rain! Each drop is a piece of it. Whatever your cloud is, it falls away, piece by piece, day by day. Every day is a raindrop. A chance to transform whatever you come in contact with.
      A raindrop seems insignificant in itself, but when the sun sets or the street lamps light, you see the transformation. Your ordinary pavement becomes a sheet of gold or silver. The transformation has taken place because of all those "insignificant" drops falling one after the other to the ground.
     So your life may seem to be the same. Falling again and again. Never changing for the better. Dust turning to endless mud. But if you live through each day, sometimes only enduring each new raindrop, you may look back and see a light shining on them all, reflecting what you could not see before. Love.
     Or you might realize that your roof just started leaking into your closet, but it's okay because it's laundry day anyway and you have buckets and rags and hot cocoa.

Starting Something New

     A blog!!! I love blogs. I love reading the pieces of life that other people share. It's pretty bold, in a way. You share deep (or commonplace) parts of yourself without knowing who is going to read your post, or what they will think of you after reading. It can also be, at other times, easier than face-to-face interaction. You get to think through and edit what you will say before it is posted, and you won't be interrupted or laughed at (that you know of). 
     But why would I write one? A dear friend of mine once told me that I should, but I laughed. Why would anyone want to read about the things that go on in my head, or in my life? Sure I have something to say, but doesn't everyone? Why should I write it down and put it out there for anyone to see? 
    Here I am, more than a year later, finally following her advice. This is quite a big step for me, as I do not like to share my thoughts, sometimes not even with the people closest to me. But I think it will be fun and I will learn from it, even if no one reads it. Perhaps my purpose is not to write something that will be read, but simply to write something.
     Well, here I go, time to jump in with both feet.