Purity within Destruction

There’s a nature to Her destruction and a weight to Her downpour. She can be mesmerizing. She is a rhythm you fall in love to. Nature uses rain to remind those that forget that they do not matter. For a moment, you are only a fragment of nature, a minuscule element as the world does as She pleases around you. The sound is romantic. The mind can be so wrapped up in the materialistic beauty of humanity, but humanity only ever had one true love. Nature is indiscriminate and free and wanderlust as the most fragrant smell roams the hallways in an open home. Rain possesses your senses and can bring about a sense of lethargy or peaceful contentment. She puts your body at ease. Rain is well known to the soul as Her destructive beauty brings us a familiar sense of belonging to something bigger than ourselves. Just as quickly as She stomps out the creation of man, She reminds us of the everlasting resurrection of natural life remade.

Rain is the most beautiful form of destruction that nature brings. She nudges along the cycle of life and death of every kind. She creeps along to reach even the most secluded parts of the world, ignoring even the most desperate cries for clear skies. We do not ask to be reborn, but we praise She for the purity in new lift that she brings.Swept away signs and toys left astray are one day forgotten as new showers come and renewal is called upon. Rain lays idle as the world remains in transit. Rain seeps into your homes and your deepest emotions. 

Salvation can be found in the form of drops of water falling from the sky so fervently. Rain is within the storm before your tears fall; She is the ground you meet as the carpet is ripped from beneath your feet.