Rain

I'm standing on a rooftop of an unknown building, looking over the city I don't belong to. I can't remember getting here but then again I guess it doesn't matter.

 

I'm standing on the very edge of the roof. I look down and it's a long way. I've always been afraid of heights. Not now. I'm not scared anymore, not a bit.

 

My gaze is drawn to the sky. It's filling up with dark and threathening clouds. I smile and hope that there will be lightning. I like lightning and thunder.

 

I close my eyes. Soft breez is ruffleing my hair. And then it starts to rain. Drop after drop is falling on my face. My smile is growing wider. I love rain. It's so soothing.

 

I'm standing on the edge of the roof, far from the problems on the ground and rain is softly caressing my skin. It is washing away my tears, my pain. It is washing away my guilt, my sins.

 

I'm soked to the bone. Rain is dripping from my nose, my hair, my fingers. I'm feeling light and yet so tired. The sound of the rain is like a sweet lullaby hushing me to peaceful sleep. And I'm ready. I'm ready to let go. I'm ready to leave it all behind.

 

I'm letting the rain wash me away. I'm falling with the rain to the beauty of Unknown.