Her tears trickled down her cheek,
As delicate raindrops would.
She let out loud breaths yet she was quiet,
But she was screaming on the inside.
Her screams though quiet, would be as loud and trembling,
Like thunder, if unleashed.
Her face, glossy and wet, shimmered as bright as lightning.
She sobbed until her chest was rumbling
And she broke out into maniacal laughter.
She laughed, forgetting everything
As the rain poured heavily.
People walked past, quick glances they gave her, before labling her ‘a lunatic’.
But at that point she realised,
She didn’t care anymore and enjoyed the moment.
She enjoyed the one thing that made her smile—
“I find peace in the rain”, whispered her conscience.
It’s rainy season, and I’m back to finding my happiness because the rain does make me smile after all.