There are days when I step away from things, all things.
I pull out my boots, umbrella, bundle up and venture into the rain.
Each droplet cleansing the air and washing the heaviness in my soul away.
My breathing slows, the stabbing ache of anxiety, stress, grief, betrayal, anger or whatever I’m feeling, feels less.
The noise of the world and the noise in my head is held at bay against a backdrop of a billion tiny, healing raindrops, tapping in unison on everything around me.
I synchronize my breath and the pace of my steps to their collective medicinal rhythm.
Then, I feel it, the parts of me that are hurting, begin to untangle, relax and fall from me into puddles of sorrow, regret and relief. I can now leave these things behind,
Whatever it was, no longer feels so bad.
My heart begins to heal.
Sometimes a walk in the rain can fix everything.