It's been very rainy lately.
I love the rain. I've loved it since I was little. The sky gets covered in clouds, the sun blocked out so I can see, it's not too bright like it usually is. And then water falls, making everything darker, making the world a little more saturated, a little cleaner, a little less grey. The air feels clear, and there's less people. Rainy days are better than sunny ones by far.
But there have been a lot this summer. And while I do welcome them, I live in a desert. It doesn't usually rain this much. I love it, but it makes me worry a little. I wonder if it's changing because of nature's will or if it's something a little more disastrous.
I think I'd rather not know. I love the rain, and I don't want to know if it's a product of the way we've destroyed our world. It may be selfish of me, but I'd rather just enjoy the rain while it lasts and not think about the circumstances.