Rain

Sunday night, the rain started. I heard it bouncing off the skylight over my bed. There was a time I found it distracting, now I find it comforting. Getting lost in the sound, the rhythm, the intensity. I wanted to throw the covers off, strip down and flee into the rain.

Wishing the rain to cleanse me. Cleanse my soul, my spirit, my mind.

Wishing the rain would wash away the sorrow and the pain.  

Wishing the rain would drown the demons, the ghosts that plague me.

Wishing the rain would wash away the old me, the decaying me.

Wishing the rain would enliven the hibernating me, awaken me to the possibilities.

Author: howdoilifeweb

Late 40's, wife, mom, daughter, sister, friend.

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