The Unknown Part Of My Life

💧 Rain 💧

A gloomy day, is a beautiful day.
On a stormy day, I'm overcome with joy.
When everything around me, represents who i am.
The nature is storming, like the hurricane inside my head.
The rain began to fall, and my tears engulf my face with such incredulous pain i cannot restrain.
They say summer rain cleanses the earth and the air.
It cleanses my lost self and every part of my being.
I look around me.
I observe the mirror of my soul.
There is still beautiful things to offer.
I noticed.
The sweet and cool smell of the rain. Makes me feel like a being of Heaven and Earth, a being of rain and storms, of the galaxies. Makes me feel one with the universe, when all boundaries dissappear, and the ego is free.
The pain fades away. When all i can feel is peace and quiet.
When all the voices in my head shut down and all the worries become nothing but unimportant blurs.
I let the rain kiss me tenderly, hug me tightly with freezing silver liquid drops.
The feeling of the wind brushing against my bare shoulders and legs, blowing my hair away, exposing my cheeks, stained with dry tears. Cold. Relaxing. Pleasing. Addicting even. It awakens my spirit as it whispers a lullaby in the late evening.
Refreshing and exhilarating.
It's a blessing of the earth.
I get a taste of my paradise, when the cold water crashes against my shivering body, without conflict or harm.
The rain began to fall again, heavily, easily, as my eyes glittered with unshed tears.