windandwater: Before I moved to New York I loved thunderstorms,…
Before I moved to New York I loved thunderstorms, with the kind of torrential rain that comes when the sky shakes and the trees toss and you get drenched if you step outside.
I hate them here. They’re too dirty, stressful, and they sneak up on you when you don’t have an umbrella and you have things that can’t get wet.
A year ago today I was in the Blue Ridge Mountains, camping, and it was pouring rain but I didn’t mind at all. The world was wet and clean and green.
Last week I dreamed about a stressful day when it was pouring rain, but the rain didn’t make the anxiety worse as it normally does.
Two days ago I got caught in the rain coming home, but instead of racing inside I took my time and got wet and smiled at the sky. For once in my life I didn’t feel tossed about by the winds trying to blow me away. For once, for once, I was the eye in the middle.
Next week I’ll be taking a trip I’ve wanted to take for as long as I can remember. I’m stressed and excited and I hope it doesn’t rain, but it won’t matter if it does. All I want for myself is to feel peace, in the rain or out of it, wherever my road takes me next. Peace isn’t an easy thing for me to find; but maybe, even when it rains hard all around me, I’ll be able to do it anyway.
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