Walk in the Rain

A poem on finding ‘self’

I walked in the rain, the drops caressing my long hair. My back was wet, my top clinging to my back. My shoes filled with water making a funny sound with every step. I was walking in the rain down the lonely road.

No one was around; I was the only one out. I saw two birds perched on the tree surrounded by leaves. They seemed to be happy, their beaks touching, their wings fluttering. I was walking in the rain down the lonely road.

The sky lit up suddenly, and the thunder clapped for the show. I saw a squirrel running frantically to look for a home. The roses swayed, the branches dripped water. I was walking in the rain down the lonely road.

A car whizzed. The headlights were on. The tires drifted on the water. A dog barked. My swollen eyes met with the driver. I rambled. I kept walking in the rain down the lonely road.

I hope no one noticed I was crying. My tears were rainwater- salty and sweet. Rain poured like grief in tears. I am done being strong. For once, I wanted to be weak. As I kept walking in the rain, a rainbow shone in the sun’s rays.

My eyes were dry. Sun’s warmth had calmed the storm. Anguish awakened my heart where I did not exist before.

I was to walk down the road laid with dirt and wildflowers. The road was mine to till and pave. Others may walk on it tomorrow. I will keep walking to my true self in tears and joys, in rain and sun.

Copyright Priya Tandon @The Soul Sutras

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