Something about the way the rain falls down reminds me of past days that weren't all that pretty.
Days of feeling empty, hopeless, and broken. Nights of endless battles with my mind taking over every ounce of me. Broken promises replaying in my thoughts.
The regret of not accomplishing the goals I had set out to do long before they crashed and failed before my very eyes.
Those times of once feeling as if I was drowning in an ocean of confusion and uncertainty.
All the insecurities I was held onto, but over time learned to see through. Not only have I learned to let them go, but I have learned to allow the insecurities that once shaped me to open my eyes to a new life.
A new beginning. And an overwhelming outpour of possibilities that began to shape me.
That's the beauty of the rain.
It's cleansing. It reminds me of the washing away of old chapters the thing of the past that often hold us down.
It reveals to me the beauty in true change. How every season carries new doors that open to us when we look for them.
It allows me to envision a brighter future after every cloud that gets in the way of the journey, finally fades away.
The past is what allows us to dig deep within ourselves and find a way to love the life we so willingly hold onto. Without the past, there would be no future to look forward too.
Nor would there be lessons to learn from and grow from either. The things of the past have made me stronger and better.
Life is an unending journey of expanding our knowledge of the world around us and embracing both the good and bad of it.
And in that embracing the significance of the simplest of things that remind us of where we've come from and where we're going.
After all, there has always been something peaceful to come out of the rain.
And in the rain, I find a spirit of contentment and hope.
