When the clouds roll in and the grey skies envelop the day, we run for cover. I look up, embrace the water falling at my feet, the fabric of my clothes, my hair-- who cares about getting drenched when it happens so rarely? They don't want the rain to fall on them, the droplets getting heavier as more and more pool on every surface. But from the clouds, for a time, each drop is flying, airborne until the ground nears. Maybe we are the unpleasant force ourselves.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! It was inspired by the rainy days we’ve been having here in southern California. As I’m writing this, it is a beautifully grey day and the rain has just started to dry up. I can’t believe January already came and went– I hope all of your winters have been lovely and rain-filled (if you like the rain as much as I do, that is). Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there!