I let the rain fall upon my shoulders. It is cold, yet welcoming somehow.
I taste the salty sadness as it runs in lines down my face, and drips off my chin.
After months of the emotional hiatus, this storm has ended it all.
I feel the electricity welling inside me. I wait for the lightning to strike, before the deafening boom of thunder.
And I am awake.
For the first time in months, I feel everything instead of nothing. I am somber. I am impassioned. I am free; to feel and to let the feelings take me in their arms and throw me until I canβt move.
This monsoon is long overdue and the numbness of emotion beats the paralysis of feeling nothing.