Relief
She can hear the rain drops hitting the hot asphalt outside,
she slowly opens her eyes from her midday siesta and peeks out the window. She
sees the leaves blowing, the water pouring and the children playing. She jumps
out of bed and runs to her balcony and the musty smell of water mixed with dirt
hits her nose. She breathes it in and her insides instantly begin to stir. She
feels like the few seconds in the rain has energized her more than any amount
of sleep ever could. She slips into a pair of shorts and a cotton t shirt and
is off to dance with the raindrops. The streets are flooded and her clothes immediately
start absorbing water, within a few minutes they are so drenched they seem to
be pulling her down, but that doesn’t stop her. She slips and slide through the
muddy grass and races with the young children, who like her, don’t care who is
watching. The water clings to her skin, and she is grateful for this temporary
relief from the dreadful heat. The mud splatters all over her legs as she jumps
into the largest puddle she can find, in the midst of all the revelry she doesn’t
mind the mess one bit. The rain brings a special type of joy to her, a joy that
resonates in her soul, in every atom of her being. The rain brings her back to
her core spirit, she feels free and relaxed, energized and at peace. She is at
her prime.
No comments:
Post a Comment