Every time I watch the rain fall… I can’t help but think of that person…!!!
Or rather — those people.
My mother and my father.
There’s something about the rain — soft, steady, sometimes overwhelming — that brings them back to me.
Not in big, cinematic memories, but in quiet flashes.
The smell of the earth after a storm.
The way my mother’s hands felt as she wiped the rain from my face.
The way my father’s jacket hung over my shoulders as we ran from the car to the porch, both of us laughing like we hadn’t a care in the world.
I remember it all.
The joy of childhood — loud, clumsy, full of light.
The sadness I didn’t understand until much later, hidden in tired eyes and long silences at the dinner table.
The worry they tried to shield me from. The despair they swallowed for my sake.
And the happiness — oh, the happiness they carved out of so little, just to make sure I had enough.
They never asked for recognition.
They never said, “Look at what we’ve done.”
They just did it — quietly, humbly, day after day.
And as I’ve grown older, I’ve come to see just how much of me
is made from them.
Their kindness.
Their resilience.
Their flaws, their softness, their strength.
I see them in the way I hold a cup of tea when I’m tired.
In the way I fold towels the way my mother did.
In the way I carry burdens without complaining — like my father always did.
Sometimes I wish I had told them more.
Thanked them more.
Asked them more questions.
But time — as it does — slipped by.
Now, when the rain comes, I sit by the window and let it fall.
Because in the rain, I can still feel them.
Still hear them.
Still remember the sound of my name on their lips, the warmth of their presence, the way they made even the coldest nights feel safe.
It was all of those moments — joyful, painful, ordinary, unforgettable — that shaped me into who I am today.
And for that…
I am truly, deeply, endlessly grateful.
Not a day goes by that I don’t carry them with me.
Not a drop of rain falls that doesn’t remind me:
I was loved. I am loved.
And somewhere, somehow… they are still with me.