Photo By: Kai (My 6 year old daughter)

My children, it has been a long time

I see you have forgotten about me

Forgotten where you came from

I have blessed you with so much, but still you take

Take for granted all you have received

The clean waters; you turn dirty

The tall trees; you trade for paper

The precious animals; you slaughter for sport

Do you not know the innocent lives you are taking?

Those clean waters is home to many

Those trees give oxygen

Those animals such as the mother rabbit who you caught one day while she gathered food for her babies; she was a life worth living.

I have watched you and become broken with each passing day

Have you not noticed the change in me?

Since when is it common for winter to feel like summer?

I guess it does not matter

Even in the midst of a pandemic you still ignore the warnings.

You have ignored the warnings and one of the most important lessons.

Just as I have blessed you,

I can take it all away.

I want to walk in the rain. Feel the cool water hit me, as I release all the worries of the days before. I want to let go and not have a care in the world. In that moment I will be free to be myself in the purest form possible.

I want to walk down the streets unnoticed by all. I’d smell the flowers that are for sale at the little flower shop on the corner, see all the delicious pastries in the display window outside of the bakery that has the best chocolate cake, and see all the people that should slow down to take in the moment as well. My heart aches for the joy they are missing out on.

As the rain pours over me, the ache decreases and I watch my favorite couple. The older gentleman that looks to be no more than 50, but is really in his 70’s. He’s holding the umbrella for his wife who just happens to be his high school sweetheart. They walk unhurriedly up the street for their weekly date at the bistro he proposed at all those years ago. Once again my heart is filled with love. So much love that I stand there and smile. 

Caught in my moment, I miss my name being called. Your touch on my shoulder brings me back to reality. The smile on your face says that you already knew I’d be soak and wet by the time you got to me. You learned years ago my love of the rain and walking in it. You started heading this way once the ran started because you knew where to find me. Out of your bag, you produce a towel for me to dry off some and pull me in the crook of your arm ignoring my wet clothes. We walk home under the umbrella just like the old couple and my spirit is content.

Today I walked in the rain and in the rain I found peace…