It is raining.
Raining all along the day and into the night.
Not like it should rain.
But close to it.
For rain follows no standard protocol.
Rain is not like us.
Bound by rules and limited by time.
Rain is raining beating the past records, setting future norms.
I stand in the thunderstorm.
Waiting to wash by, it only touches me like a mother touches a child.
I love the rain.
Not more than the sun but no less either.
It keeps me pure, it keeps me afloat.
It tells me to walk and to let go.
Standing in the rain.
I feel like I am crying.
Not for some broken past.
But to see myself better.
Giving a voice to my thoughts.
Just like wiping your reading glasses, you see better.
Same is with the rain.
I will wait for the rain again.
Like a fool looking at a cloudless sky.
The next year and the next.
I will wait like I am waiting now.
For my wait this time rained rain.
I wish for once more and again.