I’ve always been fascinated by names and the reasons why they are given. Was it discussed ahead of time? Is your name the middle name of your great grandfather? Or was it just something that sounded “nice” at the time?
Perhaps the reason why I am overthinking this (and I overthink everything, a lot) is that I’ve never had a name.
Well, that’s not true. What I mean is, I’ve never had a real name, one that was given to me by my parents. Unlike others (normal people), I don’t actually know what my name is.
I don’t really like rain, but I’m aware of its importance. Without rain, great draughts would dry up the earth, agriculture would cease to exist and so would we. It would be the end of tomatoes. And so, Raina is a beautiful name, for all those reasons and more.
If I could choose my name, I might’ve picked it for its simple beauty. Or Hope, because of a woman from Days of our Lives in the 80s who was the most beautiful woman I knew at the time. And for the fact that I’ve always had a great deal of hope, except for sometimes, when I haven’t. Names are fabulous, aren’t they?
Hello. My name is Raina White. Well, no. It’s not really. However, I’ve chosen to use this nom de plume, as it suits me. I chose this name many years ago, when I decided that I would one day publish something, and so here I am. A complete stranger who is neither rain nor white. But I find the name rather fitting, so I’ll stick with it.