We like the rain because of the white noise.
The sound of a trillion tiny drops per second creating a continuous hiss that overpowers every other sound in the world. The smooth unchanging rhythm of this loud outdoor spray caresses the mind. It’s a break from chaos; a steady dose of consistent and predictable stimulation for our senses, which is a rare gift for reality to grant. Sometimes there is a melody that breaks the monotony –a splash, a hidden leak that creates a hollow tune, or the percussive beat of a heavy beads pattering against metal and glass. But the background stays the same: always hissing.
We like the rain because it forces people to walk around with barriers.
They are obligated to raise shields made of hoods and umbrellas. Raincoats and boots. No exposed skin, no vulnerability. A cocoon of layers that creates a sense of isolation and detachment, where we feel anonymous and invisible among a sea of lowered heads moving too quickly through the mist to notice one another. We are unseen, yet still connected in that we are enveloped by one melting sky. We still share its consequences because, inevitably, the rain effects our day. It changes our plans, one way or another, however different. So, in this way, everyone in the rain shares a temporary bond. A commonality that is acknowledged silently and privately behind barriers: this is our ideal version of unity.
We like the rain because it lowers expectations.
Clear skies and transparent atmosphere ripples into a liveliness that encourages activity, which for most involves socializing. We are expected to enjoy the weather in ways that are overstimulating. We feel the poking and prodding against our privacy bubble, friends and family and coworkers yanking on our arm to join in, when instead we’d prefer to curl up and enjoy our own thoughts via quiet, or the thoughts of others through art and words. But the rain drowns this spirit of extroverted energy. We smile when someone looks out the speckled window and confesses the desire to just stay home, because this is how we always feel. In the time of rain, the population’s spiritual wavelength levels with our own. For this short time, we are understood.
When it rains, the world is ours.