Rain seen through my eyes as dull, destructive and even disruptive. The way it seemed to splash noisily on the tin roof of my cozy house,

the way it would fill puddles that would then carve a temporary tattoo on my dirt driveway.

Over the years, something changed, maybe my attitude or even my perspective but I had learned to love rainy days.

The rain brings back memories from my childhood,

I love the fact that when it rains the world seems to stop or even move slower,

It feels like I am almost able to slow down all the chaos and the hustle and focus on myself more.

The calming greyness seems to bring ease and even a new sense of refreshment

Rain is quite magically and it seems to make every moment a little better.