The striking of raindrops upon the ground and windowpanes is a comfortable sound at times, making us feel safe and snug where we are, enveloping us in a hug with anticipation of new life. The day after it rains, flowers lift their heads and kids draw new art with sidewalk chalk, remaking what was washed away by the rain of yesterday. I like to think we are all similar to rainstorms. Sending our voices out into the world, breaking through the sky, washing the dirt out from each other's eyes. To be chaotic and bold, or soft and gentle. To show that we cannot be controlled, and that nothing beautiful grows without a little rain. We grow where the rain falls, and we are fed by the light.
I've been asked where I see this website going, or what my overall theme for this blog is. Honesty, I don't have an answer. Like the leaves that blow with the gusty wind, or the raindrops that free-fall from the sky, I just go with the flow. This is a place to let my thoughts out, to share them with the world. A simple word for describing this website is "free." A little hint of this and that, of all things. Personally, I would consider myself free spirited. I'm independent to the point of being rebellious at times, and I try not to be tied down by the worries of life. Maybe you can relate. I love traveling anywhere and everywhere, and enjoy the thrill of meeting new people along the way. In a sense, rain is the same way. It goes its own way, travels far and wide, and helps others by giving them fuel to grow, therefore allowing them to be fed by the light as well. Sometimes the rain in our lives helps others bloom, as talking about our struggles lets others know they are not alone in this vast world. After all, we are the sun, the moon, and the stars. We are rain, we are flowers. We are the world. Giving off a light for all, even amongst the rain.
"Let us live like flowers,
Wild and beautiful
and drenched in sun"
- Ellen Everett