When I was little, I loved the rain. It hardly ever rains here, so it was special. I remember thinking it would "wash away all my worries." Those were the exact words I would think inside my little girl head.
I remember some of the things I worried about then. I was small, but my heartache was real and weighty. Some of those worries are still with me. I guess I've always been a worrier. But as a child, rain was magical. It could heal. It could wash away the pollution of my cares.
The rain is still like that for me. Everything changes when it rains. The air smells so clean, the wet streets shine, the drops are music.
Rain gives me a fresh perspective. It changes my plans, makes me slow down, and reminds me that things can be made new.