rain is the weather for dreams

inhale, exhale, imagine

It’s far too hot right now for me to write an article with this title. But here I am; inhaling, exhaling, imagining. Trying to find my way to the place where it rains once again. Trying to transport my thoughts to a castle in the air.

rain is the messenger for dreams

You’re in your room, cozy and warm. Outside the rain pelts. You open the window because you cannot miss out on the fresh air and immediately, the arms of petrichor envelop you - it is an august visitor that you have missed. You look out and feel the pulsating voice of your ambitions; a steady thrum camouflaged within the roaring loudness of the thundering wind. You feel the voice tugging and pulling, asking you to listen, to risk another glance at her and dare to believe you can achieve her.

rain is a portal

The voice tells you to close your eyes and relax your nerves. She says that the rain can transport you to her as it has transported her to you. Here are your dreams — they’re of a better life lived on your own terms, they’re of softer days where you can afford to be kind to yourself, they’re of times when you feel fulfilled in the purpose of your existence. Your dreams are of scary aspirations that you almost cannot admit to, but it’s not so hard when you can hide behind the rain. Your dreams are of goals that feel felted, so close you can almost reach out to touch them. It is true. Rain transports you to your dreams. And what do we do when we arrive in a dream?

We give in to its rhythm.

rain is the weather for dance

Crops dance to the music that the torrents make. They bring forth green leaves and fruit. Your heart sways to the pulse of the wind. You bring forth visions that inspire you to progress. In the qi of the rain, there’s an immaculate conception. You are fertile ground that bears fruit. You dance and indulge your longing for love. You fantasise about one that exceeds the kind that you are used to — a love that is like wine, sweet to the taste and makes you the right type of tipsy, one where you are heady with an unbothered joy. A love that simultaneously feels like floating and being anchored in the impenetrable bubble of being cherished. Steady and thrilling. One that respects you and is kind; that is teachable and true. When you dance, your fantasies are corporeal.

rain is the answer to your inner child’s cries

Inhale. Exhale. Imagine. Shut the umbrella of your distractions and get soaked in heaven’s waters. Dance to call to life your inner child. Allow yourself to be free to daydream and build a castle of happiness. Play. Indulge in the audacious foolishness of your childhood guilelessness.

In the rain, you are forever young. It is an adventurous advantage you should not ignore. Without our dreams, the world is minuscule, dreary and colourless.

rain is for the foolish

Maybe that is the wonder of it all— child, dreamer, fool. They are all the same in the rain. So next time it does rain, be a dreamer, be a fool. No one will know after the rain stops.

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