Another rainy day today is. Believe it or not, I like rain, most of the time I do.

Rain, a lovely natural creature which can come into shape through cloud seeding too, freshens things up in a beautiful and magical fashion. Being mesmerised by its earthy scent, harsh sound and unique rhythm, hands-down.  Stupid I am? Probably a little bit. Rain is said to be "drops of water from clouds" in lexicon. Debatable way of seeing it. As for me, I'd rather see rain as tears of clouds (definitely not saliva), appealingly sad.

I'm sure you've heard of people whining on rain making them somber or nostalgic. True. It does seem that rain holds the power to bring back memories buried deeply in the mud of time or moments that we try hard to put behind our mind so that we can move on with our life, or any negative emotions that we impatiently want to run away from.  I sure know how painful and helpless that feels. However, this doesn't contribute to reasons why we can't love rain, or embrace whatever sentiment rain is capable of invoking. Quite the opposite, that's exactly what we need, a face-to-face with the vulnerable version of yourself.

We're pushed to step out of comfort zone to converse with so many different people each day, families, friends or/and strangers, but we rarely take time dealing with the inner self. Sometimes it is because we are unaware of the importance of doing so. Sometimes we are just afraid of being ridiculed by spurring the idea of talking to myself.  There are other times that we simply don't want to hear ourselves out because we are certain that true thoughts will go against our actions. In lieu of having fierce self-contradiction, we succumb to reality by gulping honesty deep down inside the heart. The problem is the more anxious we are to deny,  the more aggitated we'll get in the course of time. It's not the rain who does the spell to open the flood gate of our emotions, it is us, the very honest us being silenced long enough to surface. Stop blaming innocent rain for exposing secrets you meant to hide. You are the one who plants the seed.

Rain and me are in a love-hate relationship. I love it for keeping reminding me who I really am and hate it for forcing me to carry umbrella wherever I go. As much as I like wandering in the rain, I don't want to look crappy in most occasions.