Raining endlessly, the usual bipolar weather of New England. Cold & drabby, yet a constant reminder of how she feels on a regular basis. Allows her to empathize with at least something, but ironically rain has no vitalities, schedules, appointments, nothing. Mere droplets, all without knowledge, lacking a single breath of life, just free falling, rhythmically dancing with not a even a slight reason or for any purpose. It’s all just there, forced to fall by the weathering ways of Earth’s atmosphere, its recycling. Yet may still compare with individuals prior to “living,”, born without a choice, forced to live amongst others, unknowing & dancing in synchronization.
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Rain just “seems” synchronized, from the perspective of our relatively higher state of disorder.
Rain doesn’t need an underlying mystical reason or meaning. It is propelled by the natural flow of things. Water evaporates due to heat, attaches to floating dust particles, which flow “together” in a current, until there are enough molecules attached to enough particles to form drops, which begins the cascade and results in “rain.”
You could say it’s “meant to cleanse” things… which is does, fairly effectively… but i think it’s just luck that such a thing happens to be beneficial.
Still, i’d be lying if i said i didn’t feel “energized” by the sight of a flash of lightning, followed by a crack and rumble of thunder.