October 25, 2018
The air was cool, the tiny droplets piercing through the cool soft layers with sharp penetration. Usually I don’t mind rain. When I was little I would stand out on my open driveway letting the gentle droplets glide down my bare skin. I would stay like this for as long as I could before someone would call me in. Today was not one of those days. For I have grown too old for child’s play, you see. And these droplets, who used to be soft and gentle, were now sharp and rough. You couldn’t escape the cold wet feeling, now matter how hard you tried to push it away.
I wish I could go back to those days when I was a kid. Before I could understand loss and hate, and everything in between. For the have ruined me. I wish I could go back before everything that has turned from happy to sad had morphed to it’s new appearance. I wish I was younger. To go back to the bolder kid I used to be. No stress or worries looming to surround me.
I wish for one day I could feel that rain again, and let it wash me clean. So that maybe I could go back to the person I used to be.