Walkin in the Rain…
He used to love the rain. He still does. He loves the feeling of the cold little pearls that hit his body and permeate into his senses. He’s walking. It’s a good feeling. Walking in the rain. Gives him a semblance of being alive. The mountains are draped in white. He can barely see them. The smile that sight brings is involuntary. A rare smile.
He doesn’t know where he is going. In fact, he has no idea how he ended up here, walking through the rain. It’s not one of those cute drizzles. It’s a thundershower, heavy and brutal. He’s shivering, but his mind doesn’t register it. He only hears the rain, steady and extraordinarily rhythmic, the pattering taking on a life of their own.
It’s getting dark. He has to get back. There are things to do, books to read, people to meet. But he’s tired, beaten. All he wanted to do was melt away with the rain. He wanted to dissolve into the darkness, never to be found again. He sits down on the stone, water dripping from his wet clothes.
He’s crying. Nobody’s there to see him. Well, that’s why he’s there. It hadn’t been like this once. He didn’t have to run away from the life that he coveted and enjoyed.
Today it doesn’t feel like his life.
The manic energy that drove him isn’t there anymore. He’d tried, toiled, prayed to bring it back. But his heart refused to help him. The same heart that drove him on in the most difficult of circumstances. He’d fought through a lot, came through storms, to be where he was today. He was a fighter, always had been, and always would be. But there is just one little problem.
He has nothing left to fight for.
He got back on his feet. Water gushed all around him. He took one step, then another, then another. His trainers struck the ground and his muscles settled in to the now familiar jog . It was good to be alive, good to be able to run, good to be who he was.
He had to endure. He just had to. It was gonna be difficult. It was gonna hurt like hell. But he had to dig his heels in. He had to leave it all behind him. He had to endure. And he would.