Breaking Free

It rained today. Finally. Thank goodness.

The big, luscious drops crept underneath my stiff clothes and brittle skin

until

I just couldn’t fight it, couldn’t take it any longer.

So there, in the middle of the street, in the middle of the day, in the middle of the downpour,

I took off my shoes and socks, put my purse, sweater, and worries down, and started

dancing.

There, I ran, I twirled, I flew.

There, in the pouring rain, my skin drank in the water, my soles connected with the earth, and my spirit flew away into the skies.

Finally.

Finally, for a little bit, I was free. Finally, for just a little while, while it poured fresh water down onto my thirsty body,

I was

breaking

free.