I wrote ‘Pouring Rain’ while sitting on my bed by the window, listening to the steady rhythm of rain that seemed to stretch on forever. The longer it poured, the more it made me feel how stuck I was - like life was moving forward for everyone else but me. My friends were falling in love, sharing their happiness everywhere, while I stayed in the same place, wondering what I meant in a world full of constant change and surprises. I told myself I wasn’t jealous, that it wasn’t worth the heartbreak, but there was still this question underneath it all: when would it finally be my turn?

With my guitar in hand, the song became a space to confront those thoughts I couldn’t ignore—the feeling of not being enough, of slipping past my own expectations, of waiting for something to shift. I kept asking myself where I was supposed to go when everything felt dull, when life felt paused, when it was just me and the pouring rain. It’s a song about that in-between moment—caught between dreaming and becoming, between staying and leaving—hoping that somewhere beyond the storm, there’s a place where things finally start to feel brighter.