A Beautiful Chaos

When I was younger, I didn’t like the rain. How wet I could get. That uncomfortable feeling, all drench - how ugly the sky look with the dark clouds clouding the sunshine- how gray the world is especially on warmer days

But I heard such beautiful things about the rain. How we need it for the plants to grow. How the world could use some cooling off. How couples would kiss and dance under the rain. Not a single care in the world.

Last night, I was stuck in the rain storm. And it went from drizzling lightly to rapidly pouring. I felt the pain that the sky was feeling. I, too, wish I could let it all out.

As I turn on the water for my shower, I never realized how comforting it is to sit under the waters for hours having the place where I can be alone and at peace where I don’t have much to say

How comforting and scary it is that I compare rain with my shower, but yet I’m not growing like the plants that are planted in the weeds waiting to become a beautiful thing- and I wonder when will I get to grow beautiful, too