Rain

When I was younger, I always thought that rain was a gift from God to wash away our sins. As each droplet fell on our bare, exposed skin, it would burn away a tiny piece of the misdeeds we performed. It never mattered that the heavier drops hurt us and pounded us with cruelty, the pain made it believable that we were truly being pardoned of the wrongs in our lives.

As each day passed, I looked forward to the rain. I was 16 years old when it finally happened. An orientation of the mind, body and soul that all teens must go through. A break-up, a let-down a brutal shrug-off, call it what you will, the pain is still the same. Mine was called stupidity. An unreciprocated emotion leads to suicidal tendencies. Suicidal tendencies for me was nothing more than deep brooding and the inability to consume little or no food at all. You just never have the appetite.

Yet, through all of it, I always looked forward to the rain. As time passed, my appreciation for the rain as a tool for the cleansing of our sins soon turned to the cleansing of pain. You could never distinguish between what were your tears and what was the rain. It all looked the same. The opal droplets cascading down your face in a continuous never-ending race with the salty liquid of your tears to see who could reach the ground first was an inner sport. Yet the pain still remained.

I'm 22 yers old. I've loved and lost and i've done my fair share of sinning but i've never given up on the rain. It will always be my baptism of fire.

Today's post was brought to you by the number 1, the colour turquoise and the word redemption. The number 1 for the first post of a newly created blog that I have been procrastinating on for so long. The colour Turquoise for sensitivity, strength and protection and the word redemption for the guilt and perseverence that follows me eternal as a reminder to always continue to grow and do good in the world, strive to be the writer you always aim to be and cherish the people around you.