The Rain

The soft repetitive pitter-patter of rain acts as a sort of metronome to my thoughts, providing beats to the chaos in my head.

Each raindrop has its own story. Every molecule of water does.

From the Big Bang, when hydrogen and other light elements were created, to now—the one thing that remains constant, yet ever-changing, is water.

All the hydrogen and helium in the universe was created at the Big Bang.

In this way, water is infinitely old. The same water that quenched the thirst of dinosaurs, rained over ancient monuments while they were being built, and refreshed countless millennia of flora and fauna currently slides over the roof of my house.

It makes me feel…small, yes, but connected.

I like to look at individual drops and imagine the journeys they’ve taken to reach my window.