Not Just Rain

At first… softly.

Then stronger.

The kind

that slows everything down.

 

And it feels good.

To stop.

To rest.

To return-

not in steps,

but in thoughts.

 

Moments come back.

Images soften.

Feelings… become clearer.

 

I watch people.

Through the window.

 

They rush.

Open umbrellas.

Avoid the drops.

As if the rain

wasn’t meant for them.

 

And I stay.

And listen.

Because there’s something in it.

Something quiet.

Something

you don’t notice

when everything is dry.

 

Maybe…

rain isn’t something

to hide from.

Maybe it’s something

you’re meant to feel.

 

Some feel the rain.

Others just get wet.

 

And sometimes…

that’s the whole difference.

 

Notes by Mr. Monsterʘʘ