Summer rain

First day of summer. I got caught in the rain. Each drop was so big and heavy that I could feel them hitting me, soaking through my clothes, and making my body wet. Hundreds of drops. Surprisingly forceful, almost painful in their coldness against my warm skin. Waking me up. Pouring down my face, replacing tears. Refreshing. Cleansing. I was walking as if in slow motion among all the people rushing, hurrying, running to hide from the rain. The sensation on the border of pain and pleasure. Bringing awareness... but washing it away. And then, as suddenly as the rain started, the sun appeared. Yes, everything does look different flooded with bright light. Sometimes more beautiful, sometimes... ugly and dirty. Does light bring the true image out? Or does it sharpen it out of proportions? Bright sun always hurts my eyes. I prefer staying in the shadow. So I'll be rushing and running, escaping the sun. And walking slowly in the rain. A little longer.