(n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind from the rain.
There was a timid and slender soft-spoken teenager who was constantly bullied and preyed upon by others. One day he discovered that he could control the weather. And that rain brought him a profound sense of calm and relief from his abusive surroundings. He makes it rain every day and everywhere. From the first waking light in the morning to each long dark hour of the night, it’s nonstop rain. From Death Valley to the Sahara Desert, the rain fell endlessly for months. Rivers swelled far beyond record levels, new lakes and rivers form all over the world and the economic disruption eclipsed any previous calamity. His family and friends find out he is the cause and continually ask him to stop the rain. But to no avail. They reach out to various media outlets and start a global outcry for him to stop. Rain-soaked crowds demonstrate in front of his house, school and just about anywhere he goes. Always chanting “Stop the Rain! Stop the Rain! Stop the Rain!” Tragically, the years of constant bullying, abuse, and cruelty eroded his empathy toward others. As he peacefully walked away, he gives them the finger and absolutely refuses to stop the rain. Among the protesters is a classmate of his, a uniquely attractive young lady. She boldly stands in front of him and pleads with him. “You got to stop the rain. You’re hurting us” she says with sincerity and compassion. Unaffected by her stunning appearance and her plight, he instantly erupts with bitterness and discontent. “Why the Fuck should I? Nobody ever stepped in to help me. Heck, you and your friends make fun of me at every chance you get. On TikTok, Instagram, and Facebook. From the way I dress, to where I live, and how poor my family is. You motherfuckers are relentless and shameless! No one stopped your boyfriend and his douche bag friends from kicking the shit out of me. Yeah, that’s right.” Revealing the cuts and bruises on his head, neck, and arms. “He did this!” She starts to see the true extent of the harm she along with many others has caused him. Realizing it is too late for any kind of reconciliation, tears uncontrollably trickle down her face as she softly repeats, “I didn’t know.” Unmoved by her tears, he nonchalantly turns away as if the rain spoke to him. Slowly looks up, the rain starts to intensify, and his sense of peace and calm washes down his bruised face. Still looking up, he pulls up the hood of his wore out raincoat over his head and starts to walk away. With the utmost calm and serene voice, he replies, “No, I will not stop. Go and enjoy the rain.”
You do not know what kind of problems people are facing. So just be kind to others. Until the next post,
Steven