The rain came down in sheets, but that didn’t stop me from walking out of the door with no coat on, my feet bare. It only took a few seconds before I was drenched. And yet I didn’t care. I couldn’t feel a thing.
There I stood, in the middle of the lawn, in the dark, in the rain, looking up at the night sky. If anyone was to see me they would think me mad, though I was pretty certain I wasn’t.
As the rain lashed my face and plastered my hair to my scalp, I remembered a time before. I’m not exactly sure when, but before now. Before this. Before everything I knew with certainty. When things were less distinct and more blurred. Imprecise and ill-defined. You understand me?
I had a strange memory – a half-memory – of the darkness and of the rain and this overwhelming sense of peace. That, coupled with the knowledge that I knew of a place beyond the clouds, near the stars. A place I had been. Out there.
So what do you make of that?
Maybe I was mad, but that wouldn’t stop me from searching for it. Just in case…
This was originally posted in March 2018. You can find the original post here.