For me and probably for a lot of people, the sound of rain is the most soothing sound to hear; from the roar of water hitting the ground to all the “pings,” “plops,” “thumps,” sounds that drops of rain can make on their decent. The sounds of rain have become so treasured that recordings of the rain have been made to meet the market of rain loving souls. There is a calm peace to the sound of rain. Maybe it’s human instinct that is found of the sound of what our lives have revolved and still revolve around. Rain, the bringer of fresh water, magic to plants and humans around the world. And there is a magic to this weather pattern. It gives relief to the dry, the thirsty, the dirty. Rain leaves the world refreshed if only for a moment. Water reflects of surfaces, catching light and releasing it. Rain is enjoyed during and after it has fallen, whether in puddles to be splashed or water droplets waiting to be caught. Something so amazing and magical can hardly ever be recreated. So, at best the emotions behind it, that it carries, that it leaves behind, can be captured and made into something. And that something I have found in a song.
At 12:56 in the morning of November 24, 2018 I finished a book titled A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara.
During the release of each Harry Potter book, and the years after, readers all around the world believed that there were only three wizarding schools in existence, and they were all in Europe: Durmstrang, Beauxbatons, and Hogwarts. All that really mattered was Hogwarts. Of course knowing the inner workings of the school for the most part helps with its popularity; readers will know the types of classes, teachers, layout of the grounds, how to get into Hogwarts, and most importantly how to be sorted into one of four houses.
I didn’t get invested in reading until the seventh grade; I was about 13. Already considered a teen, my reading level in general should be fairly high. I remember the class assigned book was The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien, so like reading or not, by the seventh grade you needed to be able to read well and of a caliber befitting of being in the seventh grade. But like I said I didn’t get invested in reading until then. I didn’t read for fun, at book fairs I got superficial books, and if I did read it was the same book over and over again, unwilling to open my world to others.
Not everybody has enough time to pick up a book to read or watch something on television, so podcasts were created to grace the ears of millions, manifesting entertainment and storytelling into voices coming through speakers or headphones (mainly headphones, though).
So you spend most of your high school career trying to sound fancy to get into college; writing essays, going on tours, keeping up grades, being the best sport player. When you find the right school you spend the summer before figuring out how you’re going to pay for it, so you get a summer job, committed to get a job during school as well. You study and you work and make friends, have memories to tell your kids, and the next thing you know you’re walking the stage with a diploma with a degree that you’re not even sure you want anymore. You want the degree, just not in the field that you want, probably.