I love rainstorms, for their percussive rhythm that is relaxing, and freeing in hearing and seeing the soft trickles these full clouds are releasing.
I loved rainstorms when I was younger with a vengeful glee cause I got to see the children who picked on me disappointed. While I was free to sit and read anywhere, they could not go outside cause it was wet out there.
I love a storm cause my grandpa would sit and watch it for a bit while I watched him draw circles on the pavement and see raindrops painting dark wet shading.
I love rainstorms because I can easily fall asleep, but if I go deep, they also keep me safe by keeping others at a distance, making it so I don’t have to visit anyone.
As a first-born son of a terribly angry woman, a lady of violent outbursts and verbal degradation, I love the rain cause I feel safer when the lightning fractures the night sky than I ever felt when my mother was nearby.