why i love the rain (in short)

when it begins to rain my insides overwhelm with the belief that something so torrential and powerful has decided to bless us with its presence and drown us in eternity. rain exists for so much more than to upset our hair, or mood, or ends of our pants; it exists to continuously prove the inescapable cycle of life. drops hit my face as i look up and feel engulfed in gratitude to be part of the ever lasting.