Some mornings, I wake up to the sound of rain hitting the roof or the quiet, muffled silence that only fresh snow can bring. And when I do, I can't help but pause...
Not just because of the weather, but because rain and snow always bring something more than just a change in temperature. They bring memories. They stir up feelings. And most of all, they remind me of a simple, powerful truth: storms pass—in the sky and in life.
It’s easy to get caught up in the hard times. It’s easy to believe that whatever you're going through right now—grief, stress, heartbreak, fear—is going to last forever. When you're in it, it feels permanent. You can’t see the sunlight through the clouds. You can’t imagine that the cold will ever lift. But just like the rain dries up and the snow melts, life eventually shifts. It keeps going, whether we’re ready or not.
I Used to Hate the Rain
I didn’t always find rain poetic. As a kid, rain meant canceled plans and muddy shoes. It meant being stuck indoors when all I wanted was to ride my bike or play basketball in the driveway. Later, as a teenager, rain felt symbolic of the gloom I was already feeling inside. When life was hard, rainy days seemed to mock me—as if the world was agreeing that everything was awful.
But over time, I started seeing rain differently.
I remember one specific day—an especially difficult one. I was going through a breakup that tore my heart out in ways I didn’t expect. I felt stuck, like I couldn't move forward. That day, it rained steadily from morning to night. I sat by the window, numb, just watching the drops slide down the glass. Somewhere in that silence, something shifted. I realized that no matter how still I was, the rain kept falling. The world kept turning. That realization felt both harsh and healing: life doesn’t stop for pain, but it does move on. And so could I.
Snow Teaches Patience
If rain is about movement, snow is about stillness. It covers everything in white and makes the world feel quiet and slow. There’s something about snow that demands patience. You can’t rush through it. You can’t pretend it’s not there. You have to move carefully. You have to wait for roads to clear, for the ice to thaw, for spring to come.
And yet, no matter how heavy the snowfall, spring always comes.
Snow has taught me to wait. Not passively, but patiently. There’s a difference. Passive waiting is when you give up and hope something changes. Patient waiting is when you hold on, knowing things will change. That’s a lesson I’ve carried through tough seasons—when money was tight, when my work felt pointless, when I was grieving someone I loved. Those were my winters. But like snow, even the heaviest grief starts to melt when you let time do its work.
Nature Doesn’t Apologize
One thing I admire about storms—be they rain or snow—is that they don’t apologize for arriving. They come when they come. They disrupt things. They cancel flights, close schools, mess up schedules. And then they leave. No excuses. No shame.
It reminds me that I don’t have to apologize for my own storms, either.
We all go through periods where we aren’t our best. Where we cancel plans, pull back, cry too much, or feel too deeply. Life doesn’t require us to be sunny all the time. Just like nature, we have seasons. Some are vibrant and blooming, others are cold and bare. And both are necessary.
If you’re in a season right now that feels like it’ll never end, take a breath. You’re not broken. You’re not doing life wrong. You’re just in your storm—and it won’t last forever.
What Storms Leave Behind
One of the most beautiful things about weather is what it leaves behind. Rain makes things grow. It turns dust into green. It brings color back to fields that looked lifeless.
Snow brings beauty in its silence. It covers everything, even the messiest landscapes, in a clean slate of white. It gives us a chance to see the world differently—even if just for a moment.
Our personal storms do the same. They might not feel beautiful while we're in them, but they shape us. They uncover truths. They remind us what really matters. And when they pass, they often leave us stronger, softer, more grounded.
I look back at some of the hardest moments in my life and realize they changed me in ways I didn’t expect. I found strength I didn’t know I had. I learned who my real friends were. I started new chapters that wouldn’t have existed otherwise.
Would I have chosen the storm? No. But I’m grateful for what it left behind.
Keep Moving, Even Slowly
If you're going through something right now—something heavy, something that won’t let you sleep—let me say this: you don’t have to rush to be okay. You don’t have to pretend you're fine when you're not. But do keep moving, even if it’s slow. Even if all you can manage today is getting out of bed or taking a shower. That’s enough. That’s progress.
Storms pass, not all at once, but gradually. The clouds lift. The thaw begins. And before you know it, you catch yourself smiling at something again, maybe without even realizing it.
One Day, You'll Look Back
I think about that rainy day during my heartbreak often. Not because it hurt—but because it didn’t last. That’s what stays with me now. The proof that pain isn’t forever. That even on days when you feel like you’ll never feel joy again, you will.
Rain and snow don’t just remind me that life moves on—they prove it. Every time the sun comes back, every time the trees bud again, I’m reminded that healing happens. It may not be loud or dramatic. It may not come with a big announcement. But it comes.
And so, the next time it rains—or the next time the world is blanketed in snow—I hope you take a moment to feel it. To listen. To remember that this, too, is part of the journey. Not the end. Just a chapter. A passing storm.
Because no matter how hard it falls or how deep it piles up… it always passes.
If this post hit home for you, share it with someone going through a storm of their own. And if you’ve weathered your own, I’d love to hear your story in the comments. Let’s remind each other that nothing lasts forever—not even the tough times.
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