Honest Truth

I think I dislike the rain because it washes away.
if I am honest with myself, the dirt is easier to get used to & more realistically easier to hide behind.
I think it's safe to say we are all creatures of habit. We have grown accustom to things a certain way. When that changes it's uncomfortable and you're forced to be venerable.
I hate that: being venerable.
As puddles accumulate they are a blatant sign of how inconsistent your foundation is.
It's surprising & frustrating, that moment your foot slips into the cold. It's unexpected & inconvenient.
That's why I don't like the rain.
Because it highlights the hidden obvious.
Sometimes I wish I was blind to these truths.
In that wishing, though, I hurt myself.
Even though sunny days are beautiful. The sun on your desperate skin, your body craving the warmth. Summer means dreadlocks and flip flops. Coaching & long drives: it all looks good, but is it realistic?
As it rains it's hard to see and in the pit of your stomach you know things won't be the same once the storm has passed.
Change.
I guess sometimes rain is needed.