Sometimes, the world is wet. 

The scale of wetness can range from the plunging deep dark waters of the Atlantic Ocean blue, to the wasted water you leave running while you brush your teeth. No matter its capacity, let it consume you. Embrace it wholeheartedly and as your outstretched arms wrap around it, let your five “senses” enfold. Acceptance for dampness. Acceptance for all things liquid. Acceptance for the world that is, sometimes, wet.

Drip. Drop. Did you hear that? 

Do you see that? Look at the “imperfection in a windowpane.” Watch as the scene unfolds in front of your very own eyes. Wound-up clouds that need to unwind are letting out their emotions. Notice the intensity of their sensations, take the appearance of water beads that scatter on top of car windows. It’s raining.

Go on, go outside! Reach out to feel the sorrow of clouds that only appear in the form of showered tears. Hold your arms out, reach for them with “the hands you love to touch”, and stretch your fingertips. Do you feel it? Stick your tongue out. Let the uncertain droplets land and catch the bridge of your nose. Let it run down, following its destination, and ultimately fulfill its purpose. Do you taste it? It’s raining.

The Song “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?” by Creedence Clearwater Revival holds a similar perspective:

There’s a calm before the storm

I know, it’s been comin’ for some time

When it’s over, so they say

It’ll rain a sunny day

I know, shinin’ down like water

The day after the storm, the sun peeks out from its shelter, composed of dark, gray nimbus clouds, revealing that the rain “is lost in light”. It’s bright, golden rays peer through windows and give a reassuring invitation that lures the morning out. The downpour left gifts of dew that linger amongst dry, short strands of grass. Do you smell it? The musky scent of damp concrete and the essence of moist air, proving one thing. 

It rained.

Sometimes the world is wet. So that it never has to be always dry.