rain (oct07)

I stand beneath the power lines, in front of the peeling wooden fence.
I trample on the dry, prickly and corn-yellow grass, unknowingly bringing death to the insects beneath me.
I watch up ahead to the gray, aged skies that stare back at my outwardly paralyzed body, leaning against the rough wooden pole.

The rain pours.

In the silence I wonder why things have happened this year. On a day of celebration and festivity, my body, my soul shuffles out to the street, drenched in rain just hoping I would be cleansed from it all. As I wait for the inevitable, I hope that I could be inwardly paralyzed, even if it were just for a moment, a second.

Mum’s car swerves into the driveway.

For a moment my eyelids shut and I stand without a thought floating, just to feel the water trickling down my body. As I plant my feet to the brown, concrete tiles beneath me, I cannot tell the difference between my tears and His.

She smiles at me.

I shift my weight to the soles of my feet, leaning forward to see my own reflection in the deformed puddle at the edge of my toes.
I know that the rain may never stop, everyday is a new battle and that in either desert or storm, I will conquer.
I head towards the car and wrap my arms around mum.