Rainwater and Freedom

I'm a water nymph. Poseidon and the naiads simply haven't claimed me yet.

I’ve always loved the rain more than anything else in the world. To some, it’s gloomy. The sky darkens, the clouds loom overhead, and sheets of water drench anyone who dares to step outside of the sanctity of their home. But I see it differently.

When I was young, I would beg my mother to let me go outside when it rained. As soon as the first gray clouds appeared in the sky, I was overcome with the strongest urge to wiggle my bare toes in the small pools of water and swirl my fingers in the wet mud that accumulated in our grass.

But it’s not just playing in the rain holds appeal for me. It’s not turning my face up to the sky and feeling the droplets streak down my face, or feeling my hair gradually get heavier with the weight of water. Just watching it fascinates me, too.

The mood of the day changes entirely, though it doesn’t become gloomy or tired at all. Instead, everything seems…new. Fresh.

Everything is darker due to its wetness, contrasting the simple beauty of the substance that covered it--the purest substance on earth; the one most necessary to sustain life.

Somehow, after it rains, life itself seems cleaner. It is as if the world simply decided to clean the slate and start over again. The rivulets of water that stream down my driveway symbolize the exit of concern, of fear, of old weariness and stress. I follow the gentle stream of water and feel my release.

 

I am free in the rain.

 

It soothes my spiritual wounds like a gentle balm; it calms my racing heart with a steady grip.

I can’t explain why it is so important to me or why the feel of rainwater on my skin helps me breathe. But it is, and it does.

I will forever love the rain.

Reviews

[RainQueen]

Oh. A fellow rain-lover...The grayness is more of a prism. You see colors in it. The feeling of letting it wash over you, through you...It's so much like being a child again. Never having an umbrella, and never really caring. When the rains come, they almost envelop you in their clean, soft embrace.

I've never heard or seen anyone capture that so beautifully. Thank you for sharing it.

[The XYZ Writer]

Your story here described my love for the rain, exactly. When I was small I used to run around in the rain all the time. Now I'm much more susceptible to cold and of course my mom wont let me out, but the feeling of the rain, and the smell of fresh grass after its done raining is amazing and makes me feel so nostalgic. Your writing just made me love the rain more! Keep it up!!