Let it rain.

The thing I like about rain is that it seems to wash away all the bad in the world. The sun, however bright or happy it may seem, shines light on the many flaws of human kind and all the mistakes we have made. My theory is that every time we sin, or do something bad, the tears we could shed, even the smallest bit of responsibility and embarrassment we feel, gets sucked up into the sky, until they form enormous clouds. The clouds shade us from the harsh sun that burns the back of our necks, telling us we are wrong, and finally, when there is so much "I'm sorry" in the sky, the clouds burst and rain comes pouring down, drenching the earth and washing out the errors we've left. I'm not one for sunny days. Sure, once in a while, they're really nice to have a walk in, but my ideal day is one where I can sit in a cozy corner and read a book while listening to the rain thud on my attic roof.

I suppose this also ties into what my AP European History teacher mentioned today, while we were analyzing documents for a paper as a class. She wanted us to speak up more, but she was sympathetic to our fears. "It is the most horrifying thing to be wrong." I absolutely agree on this. The majority of the time, more timid people stay quiet because they fear that if they say something incorrect, they will be ridiculed and it will be the end of the world. However, isn't it better to be wrong now, rather than later? Isn't it better to be able to fix your mistakes in a safe environment rather than making them in a place and time when they're irreversible?

We all have to be wrong sometime or another, and when we are wrong, we just have to forgive ourselves and remember that we're human and we are not always right. I reckon that's why we have thunderstorms and great summer rains. The sky knows that we're people who make mistakes and who fear being wrong and who don't forgive easily. That's why they give us a break once in a while with a good wetting.