There is something therapeutic… there is something hounding..

There is something melancholic… there is something peaceful…

There is something beautiful… there is something tragic…

There is something bitter… there is something sweet…

There is something fulfilled… there is something lacking…

There is something soothing… there is something painful…

There is something cosy… there is something unsettling…

… about the heavy rain out there. Accompanied by the thunder.

On a Sunday night, no less.

It seems to liberate. Yet, it seems to trap me further.

How I’ve missed it. So much.

I suddenly feel a great urge to run down into the pouring rain, run, dance, twirl, scream, cry, laugh, skip and wail.

I know I will never be the same again.

And it is sad to look in all directions, and there is, nothing.

For some, they make it a new beginning, yet there are some, who would take 2 steps back for every step they make forward.

And after all the constant attempts to make a new beginning, the possibility of ever finding it.. seems to elude me, once again.