The Rain Belongs to Me

I lay on that bench for as long as I could. I stared up into the raindrops, wishing that when I looked up, everything else would be gone. I wanted there to only be rain. Rain is the only thing I could ever really identify with. It scatters itself everywhere, and it never really has everything together. Then finally, it breaks down. The pressure builds up, and it has to release. I relish in the rain. I succumb to reality in its sweet embrace. I stretch my body, longer and longer as I will it to. I want to feel every drop. I want to absorb it all. With every fiber of my being, I yearn for the next rainfall. I feel selfish for not wanting to share this ecstasy with anyone. The rain is mine, and no one can take it away from me. I lie still, watching the infinity of crystal beauty kissing the trees, adorning the darkened blue of a drowning sky, and I feel as though nothing can penetrate my defenses. I am invincible. No matter how hard anyone tries, they won't break me. I refuse to be broken, because I feel the rain. My body is so cold. I feel goose-bumps crawling across my skin, like I plague, but inwardly, I am so warm. I burn in the heat. I can't feel my body anymore. It is completely numb with the freezing cold. But I can still feel, hotter than ever, the searing intensity of my rain. Still, it trickles along my body, slipping off my thighs, off my face, onto the soaked wood of the bench. They move without direction, the drops. In any way they please. The wind blows, and every single one slides in that direction. I feel the movement of their small, delicate pressure along my body. I close my eyes, and I feel as though I'm floating, my unfeeling body supported by naught but the rivers of water, curling and twisting around my body. I feel weightless and free. In a way, I feel truly loved. Regretfully, I open my eyes, aware of reality, waiting to confine me. I sit up and reach out my arms to the intangible force. The shackles cut my arms as they snap shut, and dark arms pull me back into my life. I am pulled across the grass, chains gripping at my arms, my captor drawing me back to my substantial existence. Reluctantly, I allow myself to be dragged, no longer caring, but only remembering. Reminiscing and trying to memorize the true happiness I felt, for those mere minutes, lying alone, outside, with no one but the rain.