This short video installation shows various scenes of rain, either right in the middle of it, or in the wake of its sometimes brunt, sometimes gentle force. I captured those scenes while walking on paths on the verge of oblivion, half-remembered scenes, painfully remembered ghosts, all connecting in the rain. With its hypnotising and soothing character, it pulls us into its spell, and we watch transfixed, as the water sloshes by – to the undiscerned eye it all seemingly the same, to the careful watcher, never a split second that is like the other. As everything we observe is subjective, these scenes will likely bring down a plethora of reactions to the viewer. Sometimes rain brings with it nothing but its gentle, soothing sound, hugging you like an infant and lulling you to sleep. Sometimes rain brings with it memories, of distant times past, of people, now mere ghosts in the rain, washing away. The water, from above to below, acting like a bridge between times and realities. When it is over, and stillness ensues, we may feel as replenished as we feel bereft, left with whatever the rain left in its wake. And somewhere inside we know, as we stare transfixed into the now empty skies, that one day, the rain will return. Sometimes, rain is more than just rain. Sometimes.