I yearn to learn the language of rain, how it pours out itself, and joins other bodies of water, how it then evaporates, and then pours down again. I am shown that through rain, time is always cyclical, but never uniform. The swelling and releasing of the clouds are different every time, sometimes sudden and sometimes gradual, and how they are distinct from each other. How sideways rain is rain being defiant and unrelenting. Spring thunderstorms are so enthusiastic. Summer mists tease and smell so good. Fall showers are heavy and thick. Winter’s heaviness, rivers on dry land, in cities, and when it cools right down, right down to zero, how they crystalize and turn to snow. How snow is a different kind of rain, one that rocks and hushes the land beneath. Snow as comfort, snow as delight, and sometimes, snow as treachery.