Wednesday, December 8, 2010

A MOVELESS RAIN DANCE

It’s raining today, and out of nowhere, my senses have been exhilarated with this deep feeling that my soul is cleansing it’s self. The skylight above me renders a constant pitter patter noise and I am adoring it. I pull my sweater closer around my neck while my eyes flutter in an attempt to remain open and focused.

Thoughts and ideas flit thru my mind, but I am too relaxed to be able to retain them. I am having a moment where I feel peaceful. So ironic for me.

I jump up from my desk at the lunch hour and walk outside and stand there while the sky drizzles down upon me, doing my own version of a moveless impromptu rain dance. Drops are glistening in my hair and then silently rolling down my cheeks and it feels so good. People walk past and give me crazy looks. I smile back and even cheekily say “you should try it some time”. They scamper away from the lunatic on the sidewalk who allows the rain to soak her. But the rain is not soaking me, it’s saturating my soul. Curiously, I feel warm rather than cold. But I understand, the rain is washing away the accumulation of disappointments that I have been holding onto so tightly and for far too long. Slowly and ever so slightly, I feel small releases as each one leaves me. I tell myself it is time to move on from those things I have no control over.

And then, in a moment of haste, I almost miss her. The sweetest child with blonde hair and blue eyes looking up at me perplexed. She blinks and strains her lovely face my way until the recognition dawns on her and she smiles and looks up at the sky. I stand there mesmerized as I watch beautiful silver streaked droplets of water splash on her soft brown eyelashes giving her an almost ethereal glow. She slips her warm soft hand into mine. My heart beats hard because I know her. I once was her. Innocent and happy, kind and thoughtful, with the world before me. She tells me that all will be okay and for a fleeting moment I believe her. I bend down and kiss her forehead and say “I know sweetheart”.

And then, with a turn and a sigh and a yank of my warm duvet, I wake up to the beautiful sound of the rain falling gently on my roof. And my day begins.

Until Next Time.
Smooches Pooches

23 comments:

  1. Loved it i was glued from the first word
    so when i die i would love you to write my obituaries for me hehehe

    :)L

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  2. And it will:)

    I have thought that same thought walking in the rain.. Like a cleansing:)

    And I love the sound outside..
    This is such a lovely story.Nite nite~

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  3. the mark of a true writer is when you can move seamlessly from one style of writing to another, doing one just as well as the next. you, my friend, have that gift.

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  4. I ended up walking home in the rain today without an umbrella. At first, I hesitated, thinking I might wait awhile. But then I just said what the heck and headed home. The rain soon was streaming down my glasses, soaking through my jacket, and squishing in my shoes. I laughed all the way home.

    I had a great time, but I could not have ever described it so eloquently as you. Thank you for putting words to my experience.

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  5. Thank you everyone.... Sherilin, you touched my heart, such kind words, thank you.

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  6. That was just so beautifully written. You are a very talented writer.

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  7. You have a gift for taking people on journeys. I felt like you were coaxing me into a memory of mine that I forgot I had.

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  8. Wow!!! That was such beautiful writing!! You do have quite a gift!!

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  9. Oh that is so sweet... thank you all very much.

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  10. What a lovely way to start the day!

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  11. Beautiful!! Off to grab another cup of tea and dream on a bit ;)
    Have a happy day. xxxx

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  12. Sigh, this was absolutely stunning. *hugs*

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  13. Amazing! I loved the way you pulled me in and feel all of your emotions. This really touched my heart.

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  14. Soaking the rain is beautiful.... but don't tell me u caught cold the next day :P

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  15. What a beautiful dream and so beautifully written. Sheer poetry. It raises goosebumps!

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  16. Wow. What a beautifully written piece of work. I had goosebumps too! Very moving.
    Off to share on Twitter :)

    Oh, and thanks for your lovely comment on my blog - sorry if I started you craving! LOL

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