Rain is my silent ally

 I love the rain. Not just like that, but with all my soul, with all my being. He is not just water from the sky, but a special state of the world when time slows down and thoughts become deeper.

When there's a knock on the windowsill outside, and silvery drops trickle down the glass, I feel something important waking up inside me. The rain gives me something that I miss so much on ordinary days — the opportunity to just be. Don't run, don't fuss, but stop, listen, and think.

It's so easy to dream under his noise. It seems to blur the boundaries between reality and fantasy, allowing thoughts to flow freely, like these endless streams from the sky. There's some kind of privacy magic in the rain, even if there are people around. He creates an invisible cocoon, inside which only you and your thoughts are.

Who are rain lovers?

We are the ones who see comfort in the gray sky, not sadness. Who finds music in drops, and freshness in dampness. We are not afraid to get wet, because we know that rain washes away dust not only from the streets, but also from the soul.

We differ from others in that we know how to find beauty in what many call "bad weather." For us, rain is not a reason for a gloomy face, but a reason for quiet joy. Because it reminds you that sometimes you just need to slow down, listen to yourself, and let the world be what it is— wet, unhurried, alive.

So if you also love rain, it means that you can hear the silence in its noise and see the whole world in one drop. And that's fine.