Rain! I love the rain! It makes me happy and it makes me sad because its peaceful at the same time depressing. I remember me and my younger sibling would run bare foot in the pouring rain, splashing and kicking our feet in these big dirty puddles enjoying mother nature’s pool. We would get soaked from head to toe smiling and laughing at the sound of the splashes at the same time screaming and ducking in fear of the thunder and lightning. We loved that we were the only ones outside enjoying this disaster as the world stood silent until the threat was over. As we embarked on our quest of rain tag not caring what anyone thought or if we got sick we took it all in; the moment of all moments. At the end of our play we would go back inside wrap ourselves into something really fuzzy and warm while drinking hot chocolate watching the rain until it stopped. Once it did… it was back… the world of machines and meaningless gossip. The cleanse was over until the sun came to dry and warm the earth. I miss those days. Those days when all you had to worry about was getting sick and mom not finding out you’ve been eating the brownies all this time. Now that I’m older I still like to feel young again, a kid at heart sometimes, but unfortunately most of my rainy days are used to hide my bad days, my tears, but once it rains and I get caught in the middle of it I enjoy it. While everyone else is hiding under the store hoods and bus stops I would keep walking. I would walk and walk until I was soaked from head to toe feeling cleansed by mother nature’s shower. It felt so good…refreshing actually until I had to go home and take a shower and change. This beautiful oxymoron of happy and sad weather was the definition of my childhood. I didnt understand why the sadness was there it just was. This feeling of emptiness that needed something to fill this void I had inside me. Well now that I’m older I think I realized why I was so empty I was seeking something that wasn’t there or never existed an adventure of sorts that played with my imagination until reality sank in and the sun came up. Sometimes the journey is not what’s around you its what you make of it. You are the key to your own treasure chest its up to you if you decide to open it.
A.H. 😊
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