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.
Love it, Sammi. It’s always good to see you posting your own work. So imaginative, and with such depth 🙂
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Thanks so much, Crispina. I’m trying to get back into the habit of posting my writing regularly, but it becomes difficult to always find the time when longer projects away from the blog keep stealing my attention. Yet I endeavour to try… 🙂
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Oh, tell me about it. I know what you mean. I’m soon to do a recap for my 8th WP anniversary and I must include a big apology for my frequent absences
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Such an enjoyable post, Sammi. I too, love standing outside at night, especially in a garden; everything smells different at night, even better if it’s raining. I don’t have your lovely mystical imagination though.
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Thanks so much, Elizabeth. I agree, the night, and the rain, changes everything 🙂
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