Rain is something that is pure and calming only in the best of conditions. Rain is really a very messy, dirty, strange thing.
Rain is just water that is on the ground far, far below it. The water on the ground co-mingles with the dirt, leaves, and creatures that are stuck to the earth. The distant sun warms the earth with its constant glow and the water trapped on the earth turns itself – and its closest friends among the dirt and spills on the ground – into a steam, rising to meet its true love in the sky: the clouds that are really just full of water rising into the sky.
The clouds continue as one united family over long distances, seeing and experiencing many things, adding new friends to the mix. But soon, too many people and things are crammed into a place with not enough rooms and supplies for everyone. They all do their best to make it work; some leave on their own, but the sun keeps inviting others to join the family in their home.
However, a day comes when everyone in the clouds turns grey with sickness in varying stages. The only way to fix it is for some to leave their new home and go somewhere new. Once the gate is opened, everyone goes flying out to find the best home back on earth again, already longing for the sky again.
Those who view storms as calming are among those that feel best releasing their emotions and feeling what those around them are going through as well. Those who view rain as unforgiving and unrelenting may be right, because all those left in the house start fighting to leave and throw large things at one another to get the next spot in line, which causes the lightning and thunder. Then there are those who think storms are scary, which is true because so many homeless just swept past them, quickly and efficiently.
Rain has its imperfections like everyone; nothing is completely perfect in nature. Rain will always go through this cycle, never changing its pattern.