Yesterday,
I went walking alone in the rain
for the first time in a very long time.

Raincoat on.
Hat in place.

Something inside me
needed to feel life again.

Not watch it.

Not think about it.

Experience it.

It reminded me a little
of Maybe I Want More Out of Life Than I Admitted.

Music from my past filled my ears
as I walked along the path.

Trees of green surrounded me
while rain fell steadily all around me.

Instead of rushing away from it,
I embraced every drop.

Slowing down enough
to take it all in.

Even the geese
seemed to welcome the rain.

I felt the sky crying for me.

For everything I had missed.

And somehow…

also celebrating
what still may be waiting ahead of me.

Somewhere in the middle of all that,
laughter slipped out.

I started to dance.

Splashing through puddles
like a child again.

My jeans were soaked.
My shoes were too.

Somewhere inside me,
the child I used to be
did not care at all.

Without even realizing it,
the moment became
a memory that touched my soul.

One that already brings a smile to my face
every time I think about it.

It reminded me a little
of when my curiosity came back…

As strange as it may sound,
there was something healing
about letting myself play in the rain again.

Not because life suddenly became easy.

But because, for a little while,
fear stopped leading the moment.

Even now,
that moment feels like
a memory especially made
to live inside me.

Rain falling around me,
laughter slipping out unexpectedly,
and the freedom of not holding myself back.

What surprised me most
was not the storm itself.

It was the joy
I found inside it.