Liberation

It's been raining since 1AM. I feel like going out for a walk in the rain. It's weird how the rain dampens everything when I'm with company but when I'm alone, I enjoy its company. It's weird, how the surroundings blur but there's clarity in the sound of it steadily beating down. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence, but not empty.

I watched in disillusioned fascination at the steady stream of crystal-clear water coming down on me. Slowly, I reached out and moved my fingers through the fluid, watched the rivulets I created cascade down my wrists, watched the relentlessly perfect barrage of water form a pool around my feet, watch its body flow uninterrupted, down the drain. 

I was struck, then, by how resplendently unrelenting water was. It appeared, on the surface, so transparent, so fragile, so easy to tear through, to tear down. 

But it never broke. 

No matter what happened, it stayed cohesive, it stayed together. 

It stayed whole.