hugged by the rain

diary entry

I stood by the entrance just before my shift ended. A one-minute break I could finally take, and all of a sudden I felt the soft breeze as I stepped outside. I could smell the storm rushing in for a hug. The coldest warm hug I’ve ever received.

And within the blink of an eye, the heavy rain washed my worries away. For a mere second, I felt alive again.

All I wanted to do was lie flat on the concrete that had been sizzling hot beneath the summer sun. Oh, how quickly things change. Just like me, I will never be the same. Each morning I wake up, I’m a new person. Each day I feel strange.

The soft sound of the rain hitting the ground, steadily escalating, reminded me of my heartbeat growing heavier with anxiety. Isn’t that funny? A soft smile curled on my face, for I’ve realised the truth, and the difference is that I haven’t felt this calm in a long time.

Even after a long day of never-ending rush, I could finally stand still. The thunder struck, and I was amazed like a little child.

How wonderful nature is.

At last, I was present and free. I said my goodbyes and paced home, humming my favourite melodies.

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2026.06.14. - mirella ౨ৎ