A Love Letter to Rain

I cherish the radiant sunshine of Miami, with its golden warmth enveloping my skin and illuminating the world around me. Yet, the sun, as glorious as it is, gains significance only through the contrast of rain. One cannot truly appreciate brightness without having occasionally stood beneath a grey, weeping sky.

Rain played a significant role in shaping my childhood. While most children sought shelter, I would eagerly rush outside, barefoot and breathless, to dance in the downpour. There was something sacred about it, an experience that felt like heaven touching earth. At just seven years old, I would quietly slip out of my bedroom window to greet the storm. My grandfather, ever watchful, eventually installed security bars not merely to keep me in, but to protect me from the world outside. He understood that if I could escape so easily, someone else could gain easy access to me as well.

Even now, rain awakens something profound within me. The scent of wet earth, the rhythmic tapping against glass, and the softening of the air all stir my spirit, calm my nerves, and fill me with an inexplicable joy. It’s as though my body recalls what my soul has always known: rain is not just weather; it signifies renewal.

As an adult, I continue to resist the urge to shield myself from it. When the clouds open up and the skies pour down, I don’t rush to my car, clutching an umbrella. Instead, I take my time. I walk through the rain, allowing it to baptize my day, reminding me that not all storms are meant to be avoided; some are intended to be embraced.

The only thing that could enhance this experience even further? A companion to share it with someone to come in from the rain together, curl up beside, and fall asleep to the soothing lullaby of water kissing the world outside.

Miami Rain