By Nathan Smith
Sometimes you just need to stand in the rain, let the moonbeams shine on your skin like starlight, feel the water drip down the brim of your nose onto your lips, breathe in the night air and petrichor, taste the rain on your lips to remind you that you are alive. Air is swirling in your lungs, blood is pumping through your veins, you are alive once again. Never forget it, for someday you won’t be. Feel the rain on your skin like fingertips, far too cold to be living, the pitter-patter of the drops hitting the earth. Hear its pulse, like a tiny heart beating, beating for a life yet to be lived. Tomorrow the rain will bring flowers, tomorrow the sun will dry the tears, but for now it is raining. For now, no one can see that you are crying. No one knows you are alone in the rain, drowning, but not from the water, shivering, but not from the cold, and falling because sometimes the winds aren’t strong enough to blow away the past. Sometimes you have to be your own thunderstorm. Let the thunder roar from your throat let the lightning flash in your heart let the rain pour from your eyes but never forget how strong you are for when the sun finally returns, you will be a rainbow.