Rain 18 -

Unlike the rain of my childhood, which was a signal to seek shelter, this rain was a signal to stay . Because Rain 18 doesn't want you to hide. It wants to baptize you. Within sixty seconds, I was soaked through. My jeans turned to lead. My vintage band t-shirt became a transparent mess. And I started to laugh.

"Are you waiting for a bus?" she shouted over the roar. Rain 18

"Then why are you sitting in the rain?"

That is the gift of Rain 18. It never really ends. It just waits for you to come back outside. The next time it rains, do not run. Do not open your umbrella immediately. Stand still for ten seconds. Close your eyes. Listen to the rhythm. Ask yourself: What did I know at eighteen that I have since forgotten? Unlike the rain of my childhood, which was

We sat there for an hour. We didn't exchange numbers. We didn't kiss. We just watched the water rise. She told me she was moving to Portland in the morning. I told her I was staying here, even though I didn't know where "here" was. When the rain finally slowed to a whisper, she stood up, brushed off her wet jeans, and walked away without saying goodbye. Within sixty seconds, I was soaked through

— For the girl in the yellow raincoat, wherever you are.

The rain remembers. Even if you don't.