Rain on my Skin

When I was a child, I was told to stay inside when it rained.

My parents didn’t want me to get sick while playing in the rain.

Little did they know

That a cold was the last thing they would worry about in the future.

I got sick – but not because of the rain.

I got sick because of the world and its people – because of life.

Life – what a wonderful word.

Many would describe life as adventurous, wonderful, beautiful,

Even when going through its ups and downs.

I would often describe it as a burden – maybe even a curse.

Yet when the sky is cloudy and rain starts to fall,

Landing on my skin – I feel alive and calm.

When rain drops replace my tears,

And for a moment I forget all of my fears,

Just enjoying the sensation of the rain on my cheeks, my hair, my body.

I like to believe

That the feeling of rain on my skin has saved me numerous times,

Soothing my thoughts enough to forget all my worries.

So now when it rains, I go outside,

Unafraid of catching a cold,

Instead embracing the familiar feeling of rain on my skin

As I escape the world for a while.