Rain

I find peace in the rain.

Not because of the tapping sounds on the window,

nor the roof.

Not because it sustains the life of plants.

No,

not even because it is valuable to a used up human body.

The peace I feel comes from elsewhere.

People running for cover.

The closings just in case of flooding.

Why?

There is no evil in the rain.

Only softness and kindness.

The peace I feel might come from the tar-black clouds,

just lingering overhead.

It might be from the significant puddles forming in the streets.

The rainfall always becomes more peaceful.

The whirring of the wind makes me think of happy places.

No,

it never stops.

In less than a few seconds I could hear screams.

I could hear the street lights shatter.

I could even hear sirens in the distance.

In front of me was the most heartwarming image.

It was roaring.

It was fast.

And I..

I was ready.

I find peace in the rain.