Rain

Inspired by Bohol Man-made forest.

I mistook it for rain.

I’m so used to impending storms,

I put my rain gear on.

 

Only after that

did I raise my hand to see

how heavy it would be.

 

But there were no raindrops.

Instead, there were these tiny white flowers

pooling in my palm.

 

I looked up at the canopy

And watched them fall from the giant trees

It was raining flowers.

 

But it still felt like rain.

Sometimes, when we’re so used to the storms

We don’t recognize anything else.

 

It’s better to be safe than sorry

And when expecting the worse becomes a habit

Protection becomes routine.

 

You will not look up,

not until you’ve assessed its severity

and plan your escape route.

 

Any minute now,

your shoes are going to get muddy

and you will be drenched

 

from head to toe.

You are mentally preparing yourself

for the thunder and the lightning

 

You wait for the crash.

But it never comes.

Yet it still feels like rain.

 

Until you look up.

Until you see what is there,

it will always feel like rain.

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Rain by Cheyenne Alexandria Phillips is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

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