Moss under the Strainer

I’m on the sidewalk about to cross the street on the next stop. It’s raining and there’s wind. Raindrops falling almost horizontally and the streets flooded. Every time a car drives near the sidewalk at high speed all pedestrians get completely wet. I’m impatient, I’m already wet but the rain is incessant and has no mercy on anyone. I hear a bigger storm coming but I’m not concerned because it doesn’t seem like it can get any worse than it is already. I look at the water puddle in front of me. It’s milky and grey, completely disgusting how filthy it is and just to think about getting more wet with that makes me nauseous. The bigger storm hits the streets and creates a huge trafic jam. Cars honking and streets growing fast into rivers. I start to shiver and I start to feel cold. I take advantage of the trafic jam and run to cross the street. Cars keep honking but I’m already on the other side of the street. I sit on a sheltered bench nearby and wait for the storm to pass. I wait for hours and when I’m about leave I hear the rain finally ceasing. A relaxing sound comes to my ears, the rain starts to fall slowly and smoothly as if it were dust falling from the grey clouds. I get up and start walking when I notice a strainer that isn’t stuffy and with water flowing inside. I stare at it for a couple of seconds and I see what seems to be an area with moss just above the water. I can’t see it clearly but it’s definitely moss, beautiful and healthy. What an irony. I’d think that an urban zone would be all dirty and create an inhabitable place for such a plant to settle in that place specifically. Moss is a plant of humidity, yes, but also represents healthy water. I wonder how it manages to grow in there. People are yelling me to move, apparently I’m in the middle of the sidewalk and people are trying too walk by but I’m hindering them, so I walk a couple of steps outside the people flow and stay still, staring at the moss.

The more time I spend staring at the moss under the strainer the more poethic this moment gets. I find myself in a world where it’s impossible to survive without health and food and still this plant manages to do it. I’m not a scientist but I do know this plant has not the greatest conditions upon it and it’s still amazingly strong and green. God, I wish I could be like this moss in life, not caring about where I am and just do what I do best. Thios makes me wonder if it’s possible, then, to be myself where there’s no one like me, and I’m the only one there. I’m not saying alone but being the only one who puts itself through an environment that maybe is not the best option and no one would think of it but somehow don’t care. Is that the world doesn’t necessarily has a place for everyone and people who are misplaced have to get used to other conditions that are not always optimal but are possible? The one think I really know about all this, is that I know where I belong but I’m not sure if where I belong is th