Have you ever seen the rain coming down on a sunny day?
I fell in love with myself one summer evening.
The rain outside my window intrigued me and kindled a sense of curiosity that powered my feet to walk outside.
My fingertips reached out,
to catch the sky’s tears in my hands.
I was shy at first,
but soon realized how friendly each rain drop was.
I looked into the sky,
smiled,
and slowly tiptoed out into the open.
The melody of the droplets pattering against the cement sang me a lullaby that washed my state of mind into tranquility.
My hips slowly rocked back and forth,
arms swaying in the air.
Spinning,
twirling,
and skipping;
I had lost any sense of time and simply existed in the moment,
feeding off of my exhilarating energy.
There were no four walls enclosing me,
I was outside and one with nature;
there were no limits or boundaries suffocating me.
But as the night came to end it was time to say goodbye.
I blew a kiss to the sky and held my hand out to feel the gentle drops caress my hand so that the sky could kiss me back.
I headed in and as I reflected on this night I began to miss the sensation of freedom that came with every inhale and exhale.
I fell in love with how I fell in love with dancing.
I fell in love with the way I let go of any burdens and sank into pure bliss,
feeling so lightweight and free.
I fell in love with the way each raindrop danced on my skin.
I fell in love with how I chose to let my inner beauty shine with rays that told a story of their own.
I fell in love with my simplicity and natural purity.
I fell in love with myself.
In this case, underneath the rain, I was the sun dancing around on the ground rather than shining from up above in the sky. This portrays those moments I used to have more frequently, where I lose myself entirely and fall in love with life and myself - moments everyone deserves to have.
