The Rain I Never Had
"when the universe calls , but you stay inside."
It’s crazy how God made this whole universe how every season and every festival somehow reflects a part of us. Maybe that’s what life is, learning who we are, and through that, finding pieces of God.
Summer feels like fire full of energy, dreams, and chaos.
Winter feels like silence still, calm, almost lonely, but honest.
And then comes rain.
Rain isn’t just water.
It’s emotions falling from the sky.
It’s the universe crying and smiling at the same time.
It carries peace and pain together washing away what we never say out loud.
I’ve always wanted to get drenched in it to sing, dance, laugh, like I’ve seen people do. Not because it looks magical in dramas, but because I know it is magical in real life too. I always felt the difference between other seasons and rain , it always get me through ride of emotions from sad to joy to feeling nostalgia and speacilly loving someone i don’t even know who? it might sound crazy but whenever it’s raining i feel like there is someone who is calling , missing me or is happy that time . rains always makes me want to dance and sing in it butt…..
But I never did.
Back then, I was too young.
And now, maybe too grown up.
I find myself jealous of those who have lived that moment the ones who ran through puddles, screamed with joy, and didn’t care who was watching. Because maybe that’s what rain truly gives a small, forgotten piece of freedom.
Right now, as I write this, it’s raining outside.
I can almost hear the Universe whispering —
“Girl, just once. Step out. Let me hold you for a second.
Let me wash off everything you’ve carried too long the noise, the rush, the tiredness.
Let me remind you how alive you still are.”
But I don’t.
I just sit, listening.
Because sometimes, the therapy that costs nothing is the one we never take.
this poem for my beautiful rain
She watches the rain,
like it’s something she once knew
a friend from another life,
a memory she never lived through.
Each drop taps softly,
asking, “Will you come this time?”
But she only smiles,
too afraid to blur the line.
She dreams of dancing barefoot,
of laughter that echoes wide
but the world has taught her stillness,
and so she stays inside.
Yet the rain keeps falling,
gentle, patient, true
as if God Himself is whispering,
“I made this just for you.”
Maybe healing was never far away …. It was just waiting outside , in the rain…….