The rain drops from the heavens fell into the puddle of dirt
They fell, and ripples spread around them,
colliding softly at every curve.
It was peaceful.
The sound of rain hitting my roof must have been loud
But it was deaf to my ears
The thunder that once scared me
no longer terrified me.
It was rather comforting
My mother watched me quietly from afar,
concern in her eyes,
while I stared at the rain.
I reached out my hand,
hoping one drop would fall onto my open palm.
But it wasn't one—
it was hundreds,
falling all at once,
holding my hand.
It was wet, cold,
But comforting.
I felt it to be a whisper of something unknown.
You are safe, you will be fine.