Rain

Some days, you just feel melancholic.

That evening, it rained. Dark gloomy clouds hung above my head, raindrops falling, forming puddles of water.

I had my shawl wrapped around me, and I just stood watching the rain from my office balcony, with my eyes closed, listening to the pitter patter of the raindrops, the howling wind, and cool air caressing my face.

I pushed away all thoughts, letting them flee from me, clearing my cluttered mind, just concentrating on the symphony of the music from nature.

With every exhale of deep slow breaths, I felt better.

I opened my eyes, and took a good look around me. The streets were deserted, the neighbouring buildings all gray and wet. Everything was still, apart from the occassional sweeping of leaves on the pavements from the swirling wind.

And, suddenly, I attained this magical moment, a moment of real serenity and peace. For that brief minute, I was at peace with myself. At peace with everything, an emotion of calmness.

I clinged on, not wanting this feeling to leave, but sadly, it went as fast as it came.

But I know, whatever hit me that day, I will never forget and will treasure it even if I won't ever feel it again.

A little bittle-sweet smile on her face, and this lady in her blue shawl lit a cigarette, just watching the rain go by.