There is something cinematic about the rain; in films, it seems to start at just the right moment—a time when characters grapple with tragedy or prepare for a time of transformation and renewal. The rain brings a moment of stillness and contemplation, a melancholic calm that provides the time to consider how to proceed when the clouds eventually part.
It’s no wonder then, that these pictures evoke such a sense of contemplation. Shot through the windshield of a car amidst a downpour, they seem to suggest a quiet escape—a moment of pause during a drive to clear one’s mind. Looking out upon the landscape, it appears obscured and impassible yet somehow cathartic. As if waking from a dream, the sun will soon pull the veil from these landscapes, leaving behind the muted impression of a restful slumber.