The rain scares me
intimidates me
loud and imposing and looming
often arriving with thunder
lightning
sometimes power outages
The rain comforts me
soft drizzles rinsing out the hardships
renewing the land
beads of water dripping off of the greenery
picturesque
The rain is a strange thing
it saves us,
yet kills us
drowning and hydration and thirst
too much of something
too little of something
just enough is where you want to be in this situation
in most situations, really
The rain comes and goes
in swaths of red and orange and yellow and green and blue
the weather map has all sorts of labels for rain
blue bumps going this way
red triangles the other way
or was it purple triangles?
The rain is important
it nourishes and destroys
it flourishes and withers
it is necessary for life to continue living
to continue giving
to continue the cycle.
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