All those romantic movies with kisses in the rain only make me feel anxious: why do we have to get wet if we can stay warm?

Every time the streets are covered with gray water, I feel my mood disappear. People run, hiding their faces behind umbrellas, and I stand and think: "Why does it always seem to me that the rain washes away not only the roads, but also something inside me?" ☔️ Sometimes you just want to close your eyes and listen to it knocking, but more often you want to run away, hide and ignore it.

I guess it's strange. They say that rain is romance, purity, new beginnings... But I see in it only a reflection of fatigue and melancholy. 💨 It makes everything gray: houses, streets, thoughts. Sometimes it seems to me that if it were possible to turn off the rain like a lamp, the world would become simpler, brighter, and I would be calmer.

But on the other hand... there is something honest in this feeling. The rain does not hide anything, it makes everything open, even if it is unpleasant. Maybe that is why I don’t like it so much - it shows too much that I would prefer not to notice. 🌫

I still stay in the city, despite the rain. And let it knock on the roof, let it flood the streets and wash away the colors, I continue to walk along my roads, holding my head high. And maybe one day I will learn to look at it differently. For now, I am just waiting for this rain to end so that I can breathe deeply again. 🌤

Nata