There’s something strangely perfect about a rainy day. The looming dark clouds make me feel calm. My breaths become deeper and my thoughts become clearer. All I want to do is curl up in a pair of sweats and sit outside, sheltered only by the overhang of the porch. When the rain comes rushing down, I like to feel it splashing gently against my bare skin. A refreshing breeze blows through my frizzy hair. And suddenly, I don’t care about how I am going to make my next deadline or what I am going to cook for dinner. It’s just me and the rain.
Many of my fondest childhood memories involve rainy days. I remember pulling out the folding camp chairs and sitting on the front porch with my family. My worries poured out from within, just like the rain did as it slapped against the dark pavement. There was no need for words. As a razor-sharp flash of lightning stretched across the sky, we would wait patiently for the roar of thunder to follow. I could feel it in my bones. I wasn’t afraid. It soothed me.
Still, I was just a kid. What did I have to be worried about?
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Luke and I were just sliding into the pool to cool down from this sticky, humid day when we noticed the black sky crawling over us. A loud crack of thunder chased us out of the water, and we positioned ourselves comfortably beneath his parents’ gazebo. A few heavy droplets raced to the ground, and the rest quickly followed. Suddenly, I peeled off my towel and ran straight into the storm. I could feel the thick droplets nestle in my hair and my skin was instantly chilled. It was glorious.
Whenever I witness a heavy rainfall, my memories flash back to the days the street would flood in front of my family’s yellow brick house. After the lightning subsided, all the kids from the neighbourhood would come running outside in bathing suits, inflatable toys and floats in tow. I was small enough to curl up inside a large bucket, and I remember the way it would bob along, carrying me down the flooded street.
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Rainy days have a way of reminding me what I am here for, what I am fighting for. Sometimes I need a rainy day to wake me up from the slumber I seem to have lost myself in. For now, the clouds pass and my rainy day adventures come to an end. I feel calm and refreshed. It’s funny how a rainy day always seems to come around when I need it most.