I check the weekly weather forecast every day in the hope that I’ll see a rainy day in the upcoming week. the weather app is literally a giant widget on my phone that takes up 2/3 of the home screen bc I care a stupid amount about it. maybe it’s just because I’ve almost always lived in places with very little rain, but I enjoy being alive so so so much more if it’s a rainy day. I’ll only experience a finite number of storms in my life, which makes each one even more special. and honestly, the fact that its absence is what makes me love it so much is part of the beauty to me. how much of the magic of the world is conjured by our limited time with it?

at the lowest point in my life, I remember spiraling in the back room of my retail job while doing menial labor, and I was broken out of my doom and gloom by the sound of rain drops starting to blanket the metal roof. for really no reason at all, just hearing the rain and the muted rumble of thunder in the distance made me go from picturing my death to smiling the rest of my shift. I think being so depressed and hateful might’ve even been what allowed my brain to swing so hard the other way, so that I was suddenly imbued with an overwhelming love for the world by a tiny reminder that not everything was tainted.

idk, I was inspired to make this bc it hasn’t rained in weeks and the weather forecast is showing thunderstorms for the next 8 days where I live :> any other rain fans here or am I weirdly obsessed?