It was a gloomy day and I was hoping that it will soon start to rain. The multitude of drops has always brought a smile to my face. Unlike most of the people complaining that they will get their clothes wet or they will make their cars dirty, I loved the touch of rain. I used to have an inexplicable fascination for it and I was always anxious to see the first drop.
My parents must have loved it too when they named me like this natural phenomena. They have always tried to explain the warmth of the summer rain that they felt on the day I was born. At first I didn’t know how to share this feeling with them, only later I understood what they meant. Although they have left me a long time ago now I could feel them smiling every time the first drop fell to the ground.
I started to see the rain as more than a connection between the earth and the sky. For me it was their parentally hug, their way to express that they were missing me. My name has been a symbol making me understand that they will always be there for me as long as it’s going to rain.