She opened Instagram. Her thumb hovered over the caption box.
She thought about the captions she used to write. The ones for sunny days: “Living my best life.” The ones for concerts: “Good vibes only.” They were all lies, beautifully framed. Rain, she realized, was the only weather that refused to lie. It was honest grief. It was the world crying so you didn't have to. rain captions for instagram
She stopped the recording. She didn’t listen back. She knew she’d cringe. She opened Instagram
She pressed record.
She laughed. It was a rusty, surprised sound. The ones for sunny days: “Living my best life
She typed a caption. Deleted it. Typed another.
“But here’s the thing about rain,” she continued, watching a stream of water carve a river down the glass. “You can’t stop it. You can’t edit it. You can only stand under an awning and wait. Or… you can just go out in it.”