The downfall of rain is soothing to me this morning. It’s the sound, the mist in the air, the patter on my umbrella as I cut my way through it. Calming.
Yesterday—amid no rain—I found myself having to give advice to someone I love, but nothing I could say was the right thing, and I knew that. It felt all too familiar. I, too, feel trapped, and discouraged, and incapable of fixing things for myself. And if I can’t find my way out of my own mess, how can I point someone else to the way out of theirs? I said: This year, try to change one thing. Just one thing. It is overwhelming to have so many things to fix about your life, so maybe a single thing is more attainable. But this person said they did not know what one thing to start on, and I hear that, I do. It was a helpless feeling, watching the taxi cab head north into the night, wondering what else I could have said.
And now, this morning, the rain. And I look at the weather forecast, and for days this week, more rain. I want to say the rain will bring some kind of clarity, but I don’t know that. I just hope it’s soothing the anxiety in someone else’s heart this morning. That sound, that mist—I hope I’m not the only one to feel better from it.