As the rain poured down, her heart beat again. It was sudden, and unprecedented. She didn’t have to plan when the rain fell from the clouds. She didn’t have to think when the clouds dropped their heavy tears. She just walked. She just walked and felt. She didn’t have to think. She could do everything in the rain. She learned how to breathe again. When it rained, she could hear the sound of it so clearly, that she didn’t need to hear herself. She sang a tune as clear as the rain. After all, when it rained, it poured.
He saw her in that moment. Not as his love, not as a woman. But rather as the universe meant her to be. He saw her break from her pain, break from the cuts on her wrist. He saw her accept the rain like it was love. He saw her breathe what tore her down and exhale it like the fire he knew she could be.
Copyright © Scarlett Hanley | Year Posted 2018