It's a rainy day here in Melbourne - the start of a rainy week. I love the rain. It reminds me of times cuddled under blankets and rushing to the warmth of indoor spaces with family and friends. It reminds me of my dad dancing around lamposts and my son dancing on our stoop - both trying to emulate Gene Kelly's iconic song and dance - singing and dancing in the rain. I love the rain.
I associate rain with safety and cosy pockets of space and I wonder if people who's lives have walked vastly different paths than mine find the rain as comforting. Maybe rain reminds them of their own tears and the darkness of the world. I think of that sometimes when I care for patients with such horrible stories that there is no appropriate emotional response in which to react to them. Their horrors are so unimaginable that I literally cannot comprehend it. They probably never had a safe doorway to run to in the rain. Maybe they found their safety in the raindrops, maybe a torrential downpour was a release. Maybe they love the rain for different reasons.
I love this song (and Peter Gabriel) and on days like this it finds a soft spot in my heart.
Think It's Going to Rain Today
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