I am one of those people who feel happy when it rains. Part of me thinks the rains will wash down the putrid taste of my blunders and make the world new again. Unconsciously, I will dangle my arms out and feel the cleansing droplets.
Water off the duck’s back. I’ve loved that expression since I was a child. A lesson in being invincible and impervious.
Sometimes I think if I play the sad song often enough, then I will be wary of the melodic sting it brings. If I tell the story often enough, then it will ease the hurt and make the words slide down my arms and away from me like rainwater.
As the heavens open, I let go of my pain and let it fall like rain from my eyes.