Poem ~ Walking in the rain

A poem based on a personal experience of mine.

It was the first time in a long time, where I felt free. After being in a toxic relationship, this stranger made me feel somewhat alive again, and it is a moment that will stay with my forever.

Walking in the rain

meeting strangers

and entertaining the idea

of ‘what if’,

there we were

on a surprisingly warm winters night.

he chose a place 

and met me there,

with his cute converse sneakers

and hot Ralph lauren jacket,

we walked into the boujee diner.

dinner was served,

with the spanish culture

and their spicy sauces

being at the forefront of every conversation.

jokes were said

and laughter followed

with one thing in mind;

his smile…

his smile simply

took my breath away.

as if it was effortless,

there i was 

looking in awe,

every

single

time.

 

dinner finished

and there we were.

a little bit 

of awkwardness 

flowing through the room,

we both decided a walk was needed;

so off we went.

the wind picking up

and the moon settling for its watch,

we thought nothing of it.

and, after walking

for about five minutes,

the conversation began to thrive

and the time flew by.

for there we were,

looking for a place to continue drinking

and enjoy the precious night.

although,

that is the moment

when the wind began to turn

and the moon said otherwise.

the winds mighty blow picked up

and the flow of water started to trickle.

falling onto our hands at first,

it began to pick up

and show its almighty strength.

for in that moment in time

the moon changed its course for the night.

now ten minutes from the closest shelter

our feet began to quicken.

both looking at each other

and smiling in disbelief,

our strides took off.

running along the beach

and trying not to slip

on the uneven surface,

the rain bucketed…

it was as if 

the moon opened the doors

to the worlds greatest waterfall…

for the force of the water

and the heaviness that it carried,

it was as if i was back in a foreign land…

although with him by my side,

reality set in

and a movie scene came to mind…

hand in hand,

stride after stride,

smile after smile,

we were running against the odds of time

and against the moons ferocious force…

yet i was happy…

and as each droplet of water

fell onto my body,

a piece of my wings began to blossom.

for my body was drenched from head to toe

and my denim clothes began to stick to me,

with the back of my achilles

enduring the pain 

of each loose rock

crashing onto my skin.

our bodies beginning to tire

and legs beginning to stiffen from the cold,

there we were laughing.

laughing in awe

of the moment we were living.

for although my breathes were short,

and my legs were like jelly,

and my body was freezing cold…

my heart was warm.

my heart was soft.

my heart 

was stitching together 

the pieces it once lost.

for in that moment,

my wings 

were given the opportunity

to fly…

and without hesitation

my body let itself be.

 

… for once upon a time ago,

i would run from the rain…

not wanting to get wet because of its presence

or wanting to be freezing cold

once i was in a safe place.

although now,

now i truly know what it feels like

to walk in the rain…

to let the droplets of water

fall onto my body

and let them change me…

let them experience my life.

let them take my hand

and guide me

towards freedom…

towards my freedom.

and that is when 

my heart began to stitch 

its loose pieces together

and my wings

protruded from my body…

for that is when

i let myself fly.