gallons and liters and buckets fall upon my head. I stand here, in the rain, without memory. I am relaxed, I am content, it seems. not angered, not happy, not sad. not excited, not anxious. I am only me, here, standing in the rain. as if the water has washed away all thoughts, all anxieties, all 'what ifs' and 'what could be's'. I am drowned in freedom, an existence like fresh birth, soaking and dripping anew.
I walk steady forward, naked of the past, as the sun begins puffing its chest and a rainbow shimmers in the distance. I walk calmly into the shining light, on mission to be dirty again.
