Water falling out of the sky

This morning I had class around 8 a.m. My alarm clock went off 2 hours earlier, because I don’t want to rush in the morning. But while I was hitting the clock, I heard the loud ticking on my shutters. The rain. I ride my bike to college so I went “noooooo” in my mind. I don’t like to arrive soaking wet.

But when I’m at home and I don’t need to be anywhere, I like the rain.
Or when I’m camping in my tent, I love the sound it makes on it.
I love the way the sky turns dark and you can feel the rain coming.
I love how it makes the trees move and the way it hits pavement.
I love how the drops bounce back up as if they are trying to go back to the clouds.

And when it’s over, there are puddles everywhere. You can see the reflection of the sky above you and the birds flying over. You see the world come back alive. People come out of hiding and continue their lives. And you have the chance to see something beautiful.