People ran for cover as silver drops fell from above. Some faces were full of concentration as they searched for shelter, while others glanced upward, as though the sky dared to inconvenience them while reaching for their umbrellas. But I just stood there in the background, caught under the cascading falls, not wanting to move—held under the spell of the rain’s rhythm.
It poured unrelentingly, thundering off the pavement, so deafening that it drowned out all other noise. A blurry veil encased me, separating me from the world. Longing to feel, I discarded my umbrella and embraced the rain. Soaked to the bone, I stood with my face turned upward, letting the rain wash away the stress and anxiety, feeling it leave my bones and follow the trails of water under gravity’s guidance. My shoulders lighten, as though a heavy weight lifted, and my muscles relax with the smell and feel of the rain.
With a small smile, I chose to have my moment in the rain.
By: Natasha Patrick
