the rain always affects me.
when im burying myself in work, not taking any time to think, avoiding anything that resembles something thoughtful…. and then it rains. somehow it forces me to stop. to remember. to think through. to cry. to accept. to keep walking with my head held a little higher.

or the times when im overthinking everything and my brain feels like it wants to scream for five years straight, and then the rain comes, the sky cries for me, with the depth that i wish i could, and t...