Gentle Breath

I've never really loved the rain, but as I sit here beside the open window and listen to the gentle, almost indistinguishable pop-pop-popping of the raindrops, I’m falling in love. Rain has always meant grey skies and slow days and cold arms and frizzy hair, but not now. It has become liquid peace, soothing my bruised soul with a symphony you can only hear if you listen very closely. The fresh air gently touching my face is almost sharp, but barely cold- and it smells like rain under my nose. My heart is peaceful tonight. There is love in my heart tonight. I know I’m forgiven and I know I’m free. I’m not quite happy and I know I’m not sad. It’s the rain you see, so imperceptible, it’s putting me to sleep.