As the Rain Falls

     The storm rolls in, dark and grey. The clouds fill with droplets until they spill downwards onto the Earth. Storms bring fear and apprehension, though strange children actually enjoy the booming drums and light show in the sky. I used to be one of those strange children, watching out my window, feeling the vibrations of thunder through my fragile bones. The sky would flash, and I would look to see if the bolt struck the ground. I wasn't afraid, all I felt was awe.
     Storms invoke a different feeling in me now that I'm older. Not fear, not apprehension... maybe caution. Maybe it's because I've had to drive to school in the middle of a storm to get to my night class. I know the power that develops when electricity, torrents of rain, and a dark sky combine, and I don't want to risk upsetting the balance. 
     But I also know that the power of a storm can be good. The rain washes over dried up fields, and the waters begin to rise. Rain can bring growth... life refreshed. I try to remind myself of this as I begin to plan the next transition in my life, transferring to finish my degree.
     There are many unanswered questions, will I get the aid I need, will my courses transfer, should I live in a dorm or commute? And then there's the even bigger question, where will I go once I graduate? I don't have all of the answers, and I'm trying not to be anxious about the unknown. 
     I know that rain brings growth, even if the storm brings uncertainty. So I'll stand in the rain and watch as it falls, a sign of better things to come.