It rained me hollow !!

As I prepared to disembark from my rather monotonous journey from the station to the office, it started pouring down as though it had been waiting for months to do so.

This wasn’t the first rain fall that I would be getting wet in, in the last year or so.

I’d had the “privilege” to play, walk even jog in the showers that I’ve encountered over the past 12 months or so. I even roamed an Italian city in rain. In fact the start of this blog was a poem written on a day of a thunderstorm.

Each of the last encounters with drizzles or downpours alike, had a feeling or thought associated with it. Elation, satisfaction, comfort, joy anguish.

But today was different.

Today as I scampered for cover, I wished I dint. I wished, I had allowed myself to actually get soaked and drenched, praying that hopefully, it would fill me whole again.

But it didn’t. It almost felt like the raindrops poured through me into the dark asphalt.

Today, it rained me hollow.