Rain

It’s raining today. It rained yesterday. And it’ll rain tomorrow. Apparently, it’ll rain for nine days straight. So I write about rain. 

Rain is fascinating – it’s water in motion, in a very particular way. It’s water in motion until it’s not. Rain’s motion forces us to slow down.

I like epic thunderstorms for the way they cleanse the world. In one fell swoop, the rain washes away the landscape’s perpetual shoulder hunch. And I like a stead pitter patter for the way it tip taps on the leaves. 

I realize that I’ve never painted rain or even photographed it for the matter. I suppose rain’s incessant motion renders it remarkably difficult to capture. We can only ever document rain’s effects, the remnants it leaves behind – puddles, rivulets of water, dewy leaves, a world more saturated in color. We see the aftermath, we feel the wetness, but we don’t see the droplets. 

Perhaps this water is meant to slip between our fingers.

For water is always in motion ~

Always in motion until it’s not.