i pulled my bike onto the wet tarmac and jumped onto the hard seat. the rain was light and gently tapped on my head, stroking my face as its soft tears continued to fall.
i have heard people call the rain miserable and drab, others avoid it like a disease; but i don’t understand why. i love the rain and i’ll gladly step outside to feel it on my flesh. although, it does come across sad to me – as if it really is the sky’s very own tears. yet, it’s comforting. i love to hear the rain water tapping on my window at night, it’s so therapeutic to listen to. it’s pleasant, yet absorbed in sorrow. i know i’ll never be able to express the reason why it comes across that way.
i watched the bikes tyre run along over the path as i pedalled faster and faster with blink-182 accompanying me over my earbuds. the rain grew heavier. my denim jacket and hoodie were soon soaked. my hands went completely numb with the cold water (it was most definitely a mistake to wear fingerless gloves).
but, distracting me from the rain was one of the most prettiest views i’d seen in months. just on my left was the golden sunset. oh, how i’d missed seeing the sunset!
then, at that moment, the rain began to slow until the clouds dried their puffy eyes, leaving only evident puddles of their crying on the earth below.
the winter months have been hard for me, to be honest. i was usually fond of winter and i most definitely still enjoy the long, rich, dark nights. but the bitter cold had got to my heart in some way or another this time around. i’d allowed sadness to sneak it’s way into my soul. it was only earlier that i’d been sulking in my bedroom, isolating myself. but, i was glad i had come to the park today. as i sat on my bike the view made me think about life – that soon the dull and sadness of winter will dry up, only letting spring step forward with her magical and glorious sunlight.
these tears of sorrow will not last forever, child. look up, to the sun.
i guess, that’s the way it is for us humans. just like plants we’re fragile and drooping without enough sunlight in our lives. but, the warm weather will never abandon us forever, it only tests us while it’s gone. now, as i hold up the phone’s camera to snap a picture of this glory before it’s gone, i realise that these sunrays are promising spring’s magnificent and soon return. ah, life is beautiful, isn’t it? my mouth curves into a small smile as the lyric enters my head, “oh how rare and beautiful it is, to even exist.”
i muse over the line, it’s words are bleeding with truth.
now, i think i’m ready to cycle home again. life already seems brighter, both literally and mentally. these dark days are almost over and my spirit feels warmer. throughout these light bouts of winter tears i’ll await spring’s hopeful return. we haven’t got too much time left to wait… and we’ve made it this far, kid.