Let the Rain Fall
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I don't know when it occurred to me, all I know was that I wasn't that surprised when I found out. It was almost like the thought was there the whole time, and I had just simply acknowledged it. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. The moment the thought crossed my mind, it was like I was floating on air, despite the fact that I could if I wanted to…I felt all warm and fuzzy inside, never had I felt that way before, it wasn't scary though, it was more of a content safe feeling…I just don't know how to accurately describe the feeling…I guess I, just felt like I was going to burst if I didn't let the feeling out.
I remember that it was raining that day. I love the rain, there's no denying it. My home before Hogwarts was in a place where it hardly ever rained, it was always sunny, and I hated it. My place was with the rain…sound stupid? I know, but no one could ever, or will ever understand.
Some people believe that when it rains, the heavens are crying, that God is sad. For some reason, I resent that, I just won't accept it. How could something so calming, so serene, so…beautiful, like the rain, be caused by sadness. I just don't understand it.
When I'm in the rain, I have no control over myself. It's like the real me surfaces. You may not realize it, but we all change when others are around. We cover our real selves. It's like we bury them under an immeasurable amount of superficialness. I don't believe that many of us will ever truly unmask ourselves, for if we did, we wouldn't be able to understand or comprehend it. We wouldn't be able to control it, it'd just be free, and we'd be free. But people are scared of it, scared of coming out from their protective shell they've built around themselves.
It's surprising that I could figure this out, I guess. I mean, I'm but a 13 year old girl, according to the stereotype teenager, I should be worrying about boys, zits and my social life.
It seems to me as though the only thing that ever kept me from succumbing to the 'shell life' was the rain. As it hits my skin, I've never felt more free, more careless and carefree. The soul that I had begun to bury is unleashed and I'm me again.
The rain falls, and I do what I want. If I want to dance, I just do. I don't care if someone is watching because the me that cared what others think of me is gone, and my soul dances. If I feel like it, I'll scream out loud. If I want, I'll do whatever it is...And I like it.
And so when I realized that thing that would change my life forever, I didn't have to think, I knew what I would do.