I used to hate the rain. I would hate the puddles of mud that would form outside my house. I would hate the grey and black shadows of the clouds. Everything about it from the traffic jams it would cause to the way the raindrops would ruin my hair would irritate me to my core. Even the insects it would bring used to completely disgust me, and if anyone asked me how I felt about the rain, I would always say, that I despise it. I would not-so patiently wait for the rainy season to pass, and every time I smelt the muddy, stale and putrid scent of the rain, I would sigh in frustration at the thought of soggy clothes and boots adorned with splotches of mud.
Then, I met my best friend,
We were walking on the school ground when I felt the droplets of rain fall on my head. “What a time” the two of us said in unison, the only difference being the tones in which they were read. While mine wore frustration, hers joyful. “How can someone like the rain?” I said to which she retorted “How can anyone hate the rain?”.
I told her about the inconvenience it would cause, – the floods and storms, the traffic and chaos, and above all the way life would helplessly come to a pause. To my surprise, she laughed at my worries and simply said “Every grey cloud has its silver lining”. Without hesitation, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the rain and started running and dancing. At first, I was worried I would catch a cold or fall down running on the slippery ground, but then the cool raindrops became soothingly warm, a sense of ease and comfort came over me taking away my tensions, we sang songs horribly out of tune and had it been any other situation, I would’ve been deeply embarrassed, but it was like with her, none of it mattered.
From then on, I loved the rain.
I loved everything about it. I jumped over the muddy puddles and the grey and black shadow became my favourite colour. The traffic jams became music jams and a tad more bearable. I no longer cared about the rain ruining my hair, the soggy t-shirts and wet shoes became my
favourite things to wear. I still hate the insects and floods, but some things never change. I love the rain because it was when the flowers withered that a new friendship bloomed, the coolness is countered by the warmth of our companionship, for it is in those moments that I feel the solace of our friendship, as steady and comforting as the raindrops falling from up above.
The rain taught me that my hate for it didn’t matter as much as my love for that one special someone – my best friend did. I don’t know if I love the rain or the memories I have in it, all I know is that today if you ask me, I will say today, tomorrow, forever,That I love the rain,
even though I hated it before.
