It's raining
When I was young, I loved to take long walks in the rain. I would go barefoot, no umbrella, sloshing through puddles and overflowing gutters. Sometimes, if anyone noticed I was gone, there would be a fresh towel waiting for me when I got back. It was grounding and sacred, this time I spent with nothing but the water and no one but myself. Somehow, some way, this all changed. When did I start avoiding what I once loved so dearly? I have become separated from myself.