I Find Peace in the Rain

         I find peace In the rain.
My friends tell me it's too cold to go outside, my parents tell me that I shouldn't risk catching a cold, but I don't mind. I don't mind being cold and wet, I don't mind being outside when it's cloudy, and there isn't much light. I think I like it better when it rains.
           I find peace in the rain.
   I find peace when the mud oozes between my bare feet,  like a sign of a new beginning, like a sign that something can grow, and become new. I don't mind that I can't. I don't mind that I'll never reach another year, or another season, I don't mind that I'm looked upon different from everyone else. I think I'll manage. I don't mind.
         I find peace In the rain.
   I couldn't go out in the rain today. My parents say it's too dangerous for me, and the nurses won't risk it anymore. I miss the feeling of cold wet drops against my face, and the smell of dirt mixed with water droplets.
        I miss the feeling of peace.
They tell me that it's the day. The last one. I'm glad. I'm tired- so very tired, and I think I'm ready. I'm glad it's raining, even though others would wish otherwise. But I'm happy for the rain, because it feels like a new beginning, like the first page of the story, even though I'm on the very last. I think I'm going now. But I don't mind.
         I find peace in the rain.