I Walk in The Rain

I Walk in The Rain

I choose the rain on purpose.

It understands me.

It knows how to fall without asking why.

When clouds open their quiet mouths,

I step outside,

Not to be brave,

But to be unseen.

The rain gives me permission.

It blurs the borders of my face,

Teaches my tears how to disguise themselves,

Shows them how to slip down unnoticed,

Like apologies, I never spoke.

Under its silver noise,

My sorrow learns to breathe.

No one counts my broken moments

When the sky is already breaking.

I let the rain hold my grief,

Thread by thread,

Until my heart feels lighter,

Not healed,

Just briefly unobserved.

Umbrellas are for those who still hope

To stay dry from feeling.

I walk bareheaded,

Letting water rewrite my cheeks,

So no one can tell

Which drops belong to the sky

And which were born inside me.

They see a woman enjoying the weather,

Loving the scent of wet roads,

The softness of storm-lit streets.

They don’t see the ache

Folded carefully beneath my ribs.

Rain is my alibi.

My quiet accomplice.

It swears to keep my secret.

And when I return home,

Clothes soaked, hair heavy,

I leave my tears behind on the pavement,

Washed into drains,

Drawn into a silence that knows and does not ask.

I always choose the rain.

Because some pains are too tender for daylight,

And some tears deserve,

To pass through the world,

Without being named.