Dancing in the rain

The clap of thunder echoed menacingly. He looked up at the evening sky; the beautiful setting sun was fast hiding away behind the dark looming clouds. He too hastened his steps, wanting to hide. But just as he was about to break into a run, the first cold drop struck him, trickling slowly down his cheek like a disguised tear drop still holding on to yesterday..

Sigh. He knew what was coming, the smell, the feeling.. too familiar. Two seconds later, the heavens opened. Like a shower head turned on at full blast, it poured mercilessly, completely drenching him to a state of reality.

He stood rooted, shutting his eyes, letting the rain wash away the pain and misery. Pitter patter. The rain soaking his senses. He felt alive again. He is alive! He shuffled his feet, he wiggled his hands, he spun, he jumped, he danced in the rain. The tears flowed. For the first time in a long while, he smiled. He was and is happy.. truly happy.