My safe space

Footsteps

I love the rain. Its 6:05 pm, and the sky is a silky looking grey. Its beautiful. I want to dance in the rain. I want to feel the icy breeze and the freezing droplets on my entire body, the cacophony of the screams of splashes getting louder and heavier until im swallowed in an ocean of numbness and tranquility. The sound of heavy rain swapped out to an almost silent pitter patter on the surface of the water, begging to be let in. I imagine twirling and jumping through the small rivers carved by the concrete paths and roads that are carelessly flung around houses, forever intertwined with the small forests and fields that grace this planet.  I wouldnt mind not being able to feel my toes as i leap from puddle to puddle, my footsteps bringing to life the water underneath them with splashes, only for it to be taken away moments later. I want someone to have the same effect on me that rain does. I want it to swoop me up in its arms and dip me into the sea, i want the water to wrap me up in the soothing feeling of weightlessness and make me feel as if i could fly to a different world where we could breathe underwater. Forever connected to the liquid that keeps everything alive. And here i sit, atop my windowsill, and greedily soak up the sounds of quiet drumming on any surface available. I bask in the cold, crisp air as i write, i wish it could be like this forever. I cant see her majesty today, its not the right time. Ill see her soon though. Ill dance with her in my dreams again tonight.