the beauty of rain

She exited the bus, a lightness to her step, a glint in the corner of her eye that had not been seen there for quite a while.

The rain had let up as she walked up a side street, as her mind ran over words – romantic words spoken and printed [darest she call them love letters?] A gentle smile turned up the corners of her mouth.

A block from the library the rain started up again. Light at first, not enough to prompt her to increase her stride or quicken her step, but quickly turned heavy. She continued on, seemingly unaware of the strength of the rain coming down.

Reaching the side of the Town Hall she became aware that her hair was half-plastered to her face, and inside the collar of her jacket rivulets of water ran down her collarbone. She stepped back into a sheltered wooden doorway to wait out the worst of it.

Standing in the alcove, watching the rain in the semi-darkness, watching as huge puddles formed in the gutters and the drains overflowed, all she could think of was how beautiful this all was, and how happy she felt right at this moment.

The rain finally eased off so she snuck into the next alcove to place a CD into the after hours chute, then continued toward the high street. Half-jumping over puddles at the kerbs, her hands tucked into her jacket pockets, her head slightly bowed against the rain, her mind kept skipping back and forth. She found herself laughing softly to herself, grinning at the world and everything in it.

By the time she reached the corner and turned onto the street lined with cafes, bars and boutiques she was laughing a little louder, almost shaking her head at the madness of it all, smiling widely at those she passed on the rain-soaked footpath. How strange this all seemed, but how amazingly great it felt. Skipping over the smaller puddles, tiptoeing through the larger ones, she made her way to the corner.

As she crossed the road at the lights it ran through her mind that anyone observing her at that moment might assume she was flushed from the cold and the rain, but she sensed it was another feeling emanating from inside her that was bringing a glow to her face.

the beauty of rain

Bronwen Hyde

London, United Kingdom

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