Why has it always been easiest to write about rain? Why are storms so romantic and intriguing? What is it about danger that draws us in? I ask these questions but know too well the answers. Because it is on the brink of death where we feel most alive. That opposing force that allows us to realize the presence of the other. I cannot live without knowing death, the same way I cannot love without feeling heartbreak, or immense joy without crippling depression. I speak about the rain because I’m chasing the sunsets I won’t feel the need to write about.