Rain on a wedding day is not a curse.

It is the sky itself weeping with joy—washing the Earth, blessing your vows, and baptizing your beginning.

In many cultures, rain is a sacred symbol: of fertility, of renewal, of abundance. It nourishes the soil so that seeds may grow. And so, when it falls on the day of your union, it says: This love will grow. This bond will root deep. This story will be nourished by the heavens.

Rain softens everything it touches. And so too, may your hearts remain soft through all seasons.

Rain requires surrender—you cannot control it, only welcome it. And so too, may you both surrender to the dance of love: unpredictable, wild, alive.

And when two lovers kiss in the rain, it becomes more than a kiss. It becomes a vow that says:

Even when the skies turn gray, I will stand with you. Even in the storms, I will not run. I will love you soaked, raw, and real.

Let the rain come. Let it bless the veil, the bouquet, the silk of your dress. Let it wash away anything not meant for your marriage and leave behind only what’s true.

It is not an inconvenience.

It is the sky saying:

Yes. This love is holy. And I am here to witness it.