rain in beijing.
For the first time in six months, it’s raining in Beijing. We live on the edge of a desert, and rain is rare. After a long winter (where we had very little snow), this is a moment to take note of, to breathe in.
For the first time in a while, precipitation is not freezing in the air, or on the ground. The liquid is staying wet, instead of freezing to ice or falling as snow. The sound feels like home, where it rains all the time now it seems. After months of hearing about rain from Sydney, it’s nice to have such a strange link to something familiar.
But the rain brings new feelings. I love falling asleep listening to the regular beat of water falling, but I miss lying in my bed in Sydney. Such a familiar sound in such a remote place; a sound I know so well but haven’t heard in so long.
It’s weird to hear, but someone reassuring.