The long awaited rain arrived this morning. Unlike where I grew up, rain doesn’t happen very often in Los Angeles. But when it happens, Angelenos enjoy every single drop of it. I used to find it quite annoying. I guess I just took it for granted and neglected what it has to offer: a new beginning, a chance to refresh our minds and a hope that somehow by the end of the rain, the despicable stains in our lives will vanish into thin air. Yes, we all have some harsh stains on our souls we wish we could get rid of, like the consequences of our mistakes, the anguish of great loss, the addictions we gave into, the doubts over their innocence, the scars of their betrayals, and the toughest of all, the memories of their kisses; therefore, some of us wait quietly for the rain to pass, and hope it can liberate our souls. Sadly, some stains are so indelible that no rain can ever wash them away.
Weyburn Ave, CA
