Rain

Something about the rain is so incredibly moving to me. The constant elemental purity of the rain, the fact it will drench you, the fact that it surrounds you entirely and becomes part of the fibres of your clothes and your hair and stops you seeing very well, it can form and move rivers down your clothes, and even the ever-fickle umbrella is unlikely to stop at least part of you being wettenned. It is strangely eldritch as a force - water falling in droplets throughout the air to the ground, uncontrollable by any human action or force, unpredictable and massive. If you ever watch a raincloud move through the air from a point high up far away, you will see the sheer mass and volume that it brings to each and every shower. Art about rain has always fascinated me. Books where the rain is a metaphor (I cried at the end of Purple hibiscus), songs about the rain, which I have used as the central theme for one of my favourite playlists, where the rain represents everything from love and…