February 20, 2015 § Leave a comment
The young girl had been waiting at the bus stop for more than 45 minutes. The bus was no where to be seen and there wasn’t a single soul in sight. But she didn’t mind. It was so peaceful there, far away from reality, from her life. She was at one with herself and this was the happiest she had been in a long time. She almost hoped the bus would never come.
The thunder announced the arrival of the rain. It was a terribly beautiful sight; the heavy thunder storm clouds rolling over the mountains like waves crashing through the heavens. It’s funny how a few hours of your life can exhaust you, but an entire day of rambling through the woods in a mountain can make you feel more alive than you’ve ever been. The soft music of the rain was like a lullaby. She could close her eyes on pain and drift of to sweet uncertainty. She felt herself swaying to the gentle pitter-patter of the drops, and then she was overcome by joy so sweet, so unbearably ecstatic, she needed to let go.
She threw her bag onto the floor, and rushed into the rain. She skipped and twirled and danced to rhythm of her heart and the song of the rain.
She would have to go back soon. To her life, to people, to reality. But for now, she just danced. She danced in the rain and washed away the dust that had settled on her soul. She was free.