Why does it rain. All the elements come together in the most sacred way to produce this water, to produce this rain. Every drop holds the power of the universe, the power of the divine. It’s magick in its purest form. It’s sacred union between land and sky. It puddles. It pools. It overflows. Everything gets drenched. There’s no escaping it, nor is there a reason to want to escape. Let it come. Let it be. Let it wash over you. Let it rain. Connection is forced. But in a good