Standing in the Rain

walking to the car,
the rain pelts down
popping my skin so violently that it stings.
my eyes water as the wind bends and blows.

but i don’t run,
don’t even quicken my step.
i decide instead to slow down,
dig my toes into the ground,
and take it in.

i close my eyes
and realize that my clothes have gone from damp to soaked.
my hair is dripping.
and i am cold.

but something holds me there,
freezing me in time.
breathing in and out.
taking in the smell of the rain and the force of the wind.
my breaths slow,
even,
steady.

i force myself to concentrate on individual rain drops.
and think of it inĀ slow motion,
a molecular collision between me and the universe
and i am in awe.

a world (many worlds really)
being nurtured, sustained.
and i am in it.
and i feel connected,
attached,
plugged into nature instead of technology.

i am nurtured, sustained by the same water
that cleanses me,
refreshes me,
and reminds me that even a raindrop is more than it appears.

2 Responses to Standing in the Rain
  1. punkinmama
    April 26, 2010 | 1:59 pm

    Beautiful.