Today I looked outside, and what I saw was so miraculous, I knew I had to go. The rain poured down so hard, it was as if everything just made sense right then. It all was so clear and so incredible that it was like nothing else ever existed. I had been so stupid before, never realizing how captivating and pure happy it could be, just simply walking outside and feeling that rain. It seeped through my skin, soaking my clothes and coating my hair. Out there, it washed away anything I had ever worried about. It felt like finally, I was getting out of the bottom of the dogpile. It was so refreshing and so new. Who cared if I was covered head to toe in water? Suddenly, everything was so easy and it felt like nothing even mattered. It was that sound of the rain of the rooftop, of the rain on my skin. It was that touch, as it fell, like a thousand kisses on my arms, on my legs, on my face. I didn't know what else to label it as other than freedom. I was let out of my cage. I was stretching for the first time. I danced through the slippery grass, twirling and leaping and cartwheeling and flying. It didn't matter if I slipped and fell, for it felt just as amazing to lay there after, soaking everything in and having the rain hit me. It was comfort and reckless fun at the same time. I just got a rush of adrenaline and I ran and ran and ran around in circles, pretending to be an airplane. I didn't get tired. My feet just wouldn't stop. I felt like a little kid again, careless and crazy. I rolled down the hill, letting the cushion-like grass seem to heal all my wounds-inside and out. I skipped and spun out to the field and I looked at everything, really looked for the first time in a long time, and instead of seeing just the trees and the trails and the farmland, I saw all the beauty and all the love and all the freedom. And as I made my way back, the rain started to cease its epic fall. The sky opened up and the sun shone brightly all around, warming me from head to toe. I smiled a genuine smile, and I grabbed my towel and walked inside. And as I sit here late at night recapping the feelings and the rush and the scenes and the adoration and the beauty, all I can seem to ponder is, had it all seriously been there waiting for me this whole time?
