Rain over me

Nothing calms me more than rain.

Here I am in the middle of this dark and lonely street. Nobody passes by at this hour, and that is why I usually walk by myself, with myself. But today the skies are crying. They’re crying to heal me. That’s what rain does to me. It washes off all my sins, it tells me I get a second chance at life, at being good again. I let my umbrella fall, because I want the rain to soak me, enter my pores and clean me all. I want to be able to smell it, open my lungs and inhale this beautiful thing that nature has given us. How do we deserve something so beautiful? I wish it could understand me how much I love it. I wish nature knew how grateful I am for rain. 
I wish it knew that I love its sound, that I recognize its special rhythm and that I know it’s not random. That wherever I am, I run to the door and let my body take in the smell, thanking divinity for this gift.

I know that every drop is special and has its meaning. They each have a sound and together they create music. It’s music for everyone, and it’s music for me. Together, they are the calming voice of a monk, and they tell me I can be reborn. So I walk with my umbrella down.