Just The Rain

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The storm came suddenly, like someone quietly flipped a switch and turned off the sun.

Thunder rumbles across the sky while the wind only knows what it means to be wild. Rain pours heavily from the clouds, forming small puddles along the ground and releasing the deep scent of nature into the air. The sky hangs dark above it all, heavy and endless.

Inside the house, the sounds of everyday life fade away.

The storm takes their place.

The sound of everyday life in the house is drowned out as I lay my head back and listen to the world around me, feeling the way my heart beats a steady rhythm. Rain drums against the roof and windows, each drop joining the next until it becomes one endless sound. Thunder rolls slowly through the sky, deep and steady, like distant drums echoing through the clouds.

The wind roams freely through the trees and buildings, restless and untamed, as if it refuses to belong to anyone.

But here, in this moment, there is stillness.

The quiet hum of electricity, the small movements of life inside these walls—everything fades beneath the storm until all that remains is the rain, the thunder, the wind… and the steady rhythm of my heart.

For once, the world doesn’t feel loud with expectations or crowded with thoughts.

It feels simple.

I want to lay in the rain.

To be consumed by the earth and cleansed by the water, to forget about life and just… feel.

The ground would be cool beneath me, steady and ancient, holding the weight of everything that has ever lived. The rain would fall without hesitation, soaking through everything until there is no barrier left between me and the world.

No noise.
No expectations.
No past or future pressing against my mind.

Just the rain.

Each drop striking my skin like a quiet reminder that the earth is still alive, still moving, still breathing. The water would wash away the heaviness that clings to my thoughts, carrying it into the soil where it can disappear into something bigger than me.

Thunder rolls above me again, and the wind runs wild across the sky, but I would simply exist beneath it all.

Not running.
Not hiding.
Not trying to be anything more than human.

Just the earth beneath me,
the sky above me,
and the rain falling endlessly between them.

And for a moment, the world feels washed clean.

My heart continues its quiet rhythm beneath the storm.

Steady.
Certain.
Alive.


⛈️

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