Rain connects heaven to earth..

The rain makes me think of home. Or a home, once upon a time, where rain falls like translucent pearls, seeping underneath deep green grass, persistently pulling at loose soil, dredging up a strong earthy smell that pervades for hours afterwards. I like a good rain. The earth connected by strings of water all the way up to the sky, and suddenly heaven isn't so far out of reach.

Rainy days make people moody; greyness is a contagious state. But perhaps, it is simply because sunny days draw attention the brightness and vividness of the world external to us such that we forget ourselves, while rain — rain closes off that world with dull, relentless curtains of raindrops and we are forced to reconcile with the discomfort our own individual existences, shrouded by an eternity of wet.