The sky is pouring, the sound of the rain drops is musical. It all reminds me of the happy days and sad moments. It’s all just like an old song that I don’t remember it’s name.

The rain is a blessing, yet why does the lightning scare me? Come to think o fit, that’s how everything in life is. It’s the feeling that even though I am laughing, I am afraid of the tears I might shed next. However, isn’t that what should happen? I can’t have it all. I wish for the rain, dance under it even, yet I am still scared of getting sick or the lightning in the sky.

I read somewhere that we get emotional when it rains. I think it’s true, and me writing this blog is a proof. I don’t know why I am writing this blog or why, but I know one thing. It’s that I want to walk in the rain, happily. Like those movies, when the lead character just walks in the rain not caring about tomorrow. I don’t want to care too, I just want to have a long walk under the rain where people are running around me going home. With me on the other hand, slowly walking past them, just like in an old movie. I don’t want to run back home or be sacred of getting sick. I want to be free to feel the coolness of the rain drops on my face, through my hair. I want to feel the coldness of that night with an old song that I used to listen to all the time in my ears.

I am not sure either if I want to walk alone or with someone. Do I need someone? Will I be okay on my own? Will I ever be okay? I want to walk in the rain not wondering about the answers of these questions anymore. I hope the next time the sky is pouring I know the answers of those questions. I hope the next time it’s showering, my head and heart are no longer aching, instead I want to be smiling. Instead I want to enjoy my walk back home, knowing that whatever tomorrow is bringing me, I will be fine.

Always welcomed to the corner,

Menna Xx