It always rains where I live.
The sky gets dark, the clouds stir in the sky, and the rain pours down like you wouldn't believe.
I remember being a child, half of my brain listening to the womanly banter between my mother and my Aunt about how much we 'needed this rain', and the other half thinking about how many Legos I might be able to fit into one nostril.
Even way back then, when my thoughts were a little less precarious than they are now, the rain calmed me.
My affinity for the light tapping sound from a heavy droplet of rain plummeting from the sky to kiss the aluminum roofing on my double wide trailer followed me from my childhood to my adulthood.
Even when everything else changes around me, I know for sure that one thing will always remain the same; the rain. It can be heavy, it can be light, but it will always be one thing; there.
It will always occur.
It may be delayed, it may not rain for many weeks. But sooner or later, it will come.
If nothing else will, it gives me a sense of security. If everything else will change, I know that it won't. It will never leave.
