It is raining. And it is ushering in memories. Memories that have nothing to do with the rain, but in essence echo the spirit of rain. Free falling, liberating, healing – rain makes me feel free, makes me feel light, makes me feel at peace…with myself.
It is raining. And am letting go… Letting go of all that was pulling me down, holding me back – the tears get washed away, and embalm the bleeding wounds.
It is raining. And the noise around is getting tuned out. The soul falls quiet. And speaks...just to Me. Softly but clearly. We understand each other perfectly. And I fall in love, all over again…with that little girl who, decades back, had stepped out in the rain one evening, squealing in joy as the little droplets had kissed her brown skin.
It is raining. And the boundaries are getting blurred. The woman has receded into the background. Let the little girl reign…for now.
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