how you choose to experience life is up to you… 

Oh to be caught in the rain, not on the way to the car or getting the paper, but inescapably caught. That moment when you stop wondering if you can stay dry and you give in to the inevitability of being drenched. It’s a freeing moment, a release, a joyful celebration of life. Your hair is plastered with sweet drops dripping onto your face, your shirt a second skin and the lovely squish of your sneakers. A smile unavoidable and then a simple laugh from somewhere in my childhood. The sweet scent of a replenished earth rides on the breeze.

The rain pulls at me, stinging needles reminding me of the inescapable misery of this existence, my soul lost in this wilderness of hopelessness. The cold drops penetrate me, extinguishing any hope of warmth and relief. Soaked through I no longer attempt to escape the assault of the driving sheets. In the distance thunder roars drowning out the anguished cries of my heart. As the darkness gathers in the distance I am unable to move any further; I find myself on my knees in the gathering waters surrendering to the creator humbled.