If It Happened Again

I was laying down on my side, my lights on in the middle of the night scrolling through my phone. Someone posts a video of the rain falling down among the cypress in hushed tones. Captioned, "I hate being in the rain."

I look at my window, and thinly veiled behind a baroque curtain my blinds are shut tight, and there's nothing beyond that sepia image. I wished I had went outside today. I wanted to, dreamed to. I never did, I took naps all day, and after each one I was even more tired.

I remember what being caught in the rain felt like. I loved it, and there was nothing I wanted to do more. It's been a long time since I've been outside. I'm never in the right situation to catch the rain, I have to listen to it patter down the windows as I work, as I sleep. Even if I looked outside my window its dark outside. Maybe if I forgot to wear a coat, it would catch me. The sky would thunder, seeing my vulnerable state, and gets me when I least expect it. I'd be surprised, and smiling I'd say "oh, not again."