In the desert, you hunger for rain. It waters your soul. The clouds are dark, lumbering giants that
grumble with deep voices about their heavy load. They give off a sort of twilight as they mix
with the sunshine, like oil and water.
Altruistic crystal drops begin falling from the sky. I hold my breath in awe at the sight, at the
battle of light and dark in the heavens.
When I was a little girl, I used to pray every day for
sunshine. If the day was gray, I would
be too. I didn't realize that rainy days
weren't a personal slight. It took me
years to learn to love the rain. But
now, as I stand outside, letting the raindrops kiss my skin, I feel there is nothing more beautiful than a rainstorm. I breath it in. I feel
the beaded blades of grass under my bare feet as I twirl and watch my world
spin. I know now that darkness gives everything its
value. I am familiar with its bitterness
bleeding across my tongue. I am familiar
with the dichotomy of my soul.
But for now, I live only in this moment. There is no horizon, behind or in front of
me, only the steel sky twisting above. It
is the first day of my freedom, after my first taste of college. I have swam when I was afraid I might sink,
and I feel intrepid. The world is mine, reflected
in a raindrop.
Erin this is beautiful! I.LOVE.IT. So creative and lovely and alive. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteOh wow, there are so many beautiful things here. I LOVE this part: "I know now that darkness gives everything its value. I am familiar with its bitterness bleeding across my tongue. I am familiar with the dichotomy of my soul." Ooh! So, so good! Deep and harsh and true without sounding overly dramatic or too heavy. And a great way to use the scene to move to deeper subjects.
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