About a week ago, I was laying on my bed, listening to some fanfuckingtastic christian worship music, looking out my window at the sun and clouds... I was texting back and forth with a buddy of mine. He's similar to me. If he and I lived closer we'd probably be dating, but he's 4 time zones away. Anyway, I texted him, "Dude. I think I'm gay." I got back a bunch of laughter, which is appropriate - I've seen his junk a lot, and he's seen mine! But still. That's big for me to say.

That's when I drew the picture Accept the Rain.

I feel like that's me there, walking along, and life has been raining on me. It's been cold and uncomfortable, and I've been fighting it. I've been fighting this storm, this weather, this truth that keeps drenching me one drop at a time, soaking into my clothes, my skin, my mind. But. No longer. This is natural. This is beautiful. This is part of my life. Part of my story. Part of me. I need to turn towards it, let it wash over me, and smile.

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I hope someone out there gets something out of this for themselves, too. What's your rain?