Why I Love the Rain

I love the rain. I don't love walking in the rain in sneakers. Or driving in the rain. But I love the rain. I love the sound of raindrops hitting class. The way it makes me feel like I am walking the streets in Paris, even if I'm just walking to class. I love the way cities are after the rain. Like they have been baptized and are forgiven for the sins of their histories. The nostalgia that it brings. That listening to music becomes more real. Tea taste better. I love sitting my car in an empty parking lot in the rain. Summer rain when the fog pours off the ground and Autumn rain when the fog pours out of my mouth.

The rain inspires me more than any other weather. I write the most poetry when the sky is grey and drizzling. I connect to its melancholy promise. I love the sunshine, but the rain is more intellectual. Rain is a fairytale gone awry. The rain is erratic and stubborn, even when mild it demands to be felt. Similar to pain. But similar to joy too. I love the rain. It has so much to say.

An Introduction Post

Today was my first day of college at the new school I transferred to. And it was weird. College in general is pretty weird, but going to a new school, right in the middle of your college experience, as a commuter, is really weird. I am kind of freaking out just a little bit but I am trying to stay positive about it and to really try and enjoy my time there. Of course I miss my old school and the connections and friends I have made there but I had to make the decision that is best for me and my future, and I am really hoping that this was the right one.

Anyway, this blog is going to be a way for me to document this new chapter in my life. I might post about school, or makeup, original poems or "a day in the life," about books and movies that are important to me, really anything and everything that is contributing to my experience as I try to really grow up.

So yeah, get stoked because its going to be a wild ride (it always is).