What is it about rain that makes you feel all deep and sentimental?
It’s four in the morning, and Chicago is in the midst of a flash flood. It’s been storming all day, but right now, it is CRAZY. The thunder is some of the loudest I’ve ever heard, and each strike of lightning illuminates my room.
I’m wide awake, and I love it. I’ve always loved the rain… it completely relaxes me. And everybody knows the smell of rain is the best thing in the world.
So here I am, just thinking about life. There is literally not one light on in the rooms that I can see from my window. It’s weird to think everybody is asleep. Campus is usually so crazy, and here in the early morning, despite the chaos going on outside, it feels peacefully quiet.
I love these moments. Believe me, I love my sleep, but every once in a while I stay up into the wee hours of the morning. It’s the only time I’m really alone.
It’s when I get my thinking done. Sometimes I write things. Little essays that tell stories, real or fictional. Sometimes I listen to music and write blog posts. It’s also one of my favorite times to watch my favorite episodes of TV. Right now I’m making my way through a very out of order list of Castle episodes, but sometimes I watch episodes I know like the back of my hand too. I like the familiar at four in the morning.
But mostly I dream. I dream about my future. I try to imagine my future family. What will my husband look like? How many kids will we have? What will we name our dog? And then I think about nursing. And school and my family and friends. It’s in these little moments that life seems so clear. I don’t let myself think about failures or fears; no, this time is for possibilities and blindly optimistic faith.
There really is nothing like an early morning rainstorm. It’s my happy place.