I could talk a lot about rain (journal entry)

I could talk a lot about rain, I mean, who couldn't?

It's like knowing whether a book is new or old just by sniffing its pages, book lover or not. I think it's part of our natural instinct to appreciate the rain, as much as we appreciate the sun, or the flowers. I think it is embedded in our consciousness on a deeper level; the essence of rain in the history of agriculture, in different beliefs and traditions. A multitude of songs, poems, works of art, and literature have used such theme as a central or peripheral subject: the rain being a common and frequently used metaphor for sorrow and despair; its power to bring out sentimentality with great ease; its capacity to soothe and to destroy, to be loud or be soft; the magical tapping, an ethereal beauty that have captured the souls of many.

I wonder why there are times it only rains at night.

(Written: 18Nov2019)