He was compelled to be out in the rain. The drought had been around for at least seven years, he had been longing for it. It had rained intermittently through the years this time was different. He felt a strong energy roll in with the rain. A vibrant inspiration with the grey light coming through the windows. The day began in his apartment. He was roused by a peculiar sound. The upstairs neighbors have been a guilty party to many sleepless nights. But his annoyance quickly changed to relief as he heard the rain running through the gutter pipes, drumming on surfaces of the complex. She was faced toward the window. The blanket only went up to her knees. The curve of her body adjusted the soft light as it crept through the blinds. The cold air made tiny goosebumps on her skin as she maintained her peaceful posture. He fell asleep next to her silhouette and the sound of the rain. “It’s been so long” he thought to himself.
He was delighted to awaken to it again and he shared his morning cup of joe with a smile. He took breakfast alone in a small cafe on the corner. After breakfast he got ready in layers of clothing to hike alone amongst the elements. He kept checking the rain to make sure it didn’t desert him. Despite the rain being audible it seemed quiet. In his heart it brought a calmness unsurpassed by any other nature he had experienced in the big city. He knew that the rain had similar effects on everyone. The longing for it, the ability to stay inside all day and feel good about it. Even though its cold outside it made you warm inside.
There was not a soul on the trail except for those left there looking for fame and stardom. He felt excitement at first, not knowing what nature had in store for him. The low rumbling of thunder in the hills and the crack of tree branches breaking away from their stump. Sounds added to his paranoia that at any moment there could be a mudslide in his path. He welcomed it though with some mitigated risk. He felt the risk was necessary to feel what he had been yearning for and he started to feel it right away. Flashbacks to stormy weather and mossy granite. His brother hopping from rock to rock in a flowing stream. The sting of cold wet clothes on his skin all made him more comfortable in his surroundings. The rain not only brought transparency to the air, but clarity to his thoughts. Rain brought him home in his mind. The small climb he made was enough to see a few buildings with the thick grey fog blocking out the rest of the city. He sat on the wet bench for a moment as the city stood still.
His infatuation with the rain had led him to introspection. He always wanted to be a man of nature but lacked the confidence to. He knows who he is now and he knows where to turn if he’s ever feeling lonely and afraid. He may have been the only person out there in the rain but he felt like he was part of something much bigger at the time. As he turned his face toward the sky and let small droplets of rain land on him he rejoiced for all the farmers and workers who are benefiting from the long awaited rain. At the very least it inspired him to write this story.