I prefer the rain, even on sunny days.

My soul craves the dark rainy days. Maybe it’s just easier not to have to pretend when it’s raining—raindrops there the only thing in this life that is not afraid of falling. When falling is not about failure but growth. Think about it. The grass grows, the flowers bloom, and the rivers keep flowing because the rain isn’t afraid of falling.

Sunny days are a lot of pressure. It is harder to justify hiding. Why do I even feel the need to explain my disappearance anyway? If you don’t battle anxiety, you won’t understand regardless.

I feel the most at peace from the rain. The wet sky seems to understand me in a way the clear days of the Sun never will. I will be okay with my falls because it reminds me that I am alive.

I prefer the rain, even on sunny days. ☔️