I feel myself opening up like never before. It's like it has not rained in years and the parched petals drink hungrily, lap at the drops as they tumble from the sky. Liberated like never before. Not restricted in time or space. Not held back by fear. An adult, in the true sense of the word. Experiences pile up and coagulate. Each affecting the next. A cauldron of emotions bubble on a white hot flame. They spill over the sides and cool into a white, hard crust, reinforcing the cauldron, adding to the well of emotion. As I sit perched on the ledge, like a tabby cat, waiting with expectation, waiting the whole night for it to rain, for it to pour, waiting for the rain to cascade down in silken sheets and wrap my naked body. As the first drops fall, I lift my face in wild abandon. It's been a year since I let the rain carress my body, since I let myself drown in nature's arms. As the cold fingers touch my skin, I shudder, I feel a chill run down my spine. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. I let the rain wash my tired body. I lie silently wait for it to drown my senses, to wash away all the hurt, to give me a fresh start. I sit like a zombie, immoblie, letting all my emotions surface. They get tangled in their rush to free themselves from their prison. A torrent of heat releases itself and I stop shivering. I bask in the safety, the security, the love. I stick my tongue out like a child and fight with nature to get what I want. The rain gently trickles along my tongue, lazily, knowingly. I wrap my arms around myself and realise that I am soaking wet. My clothes stick to my body and I throw my head back. I feel complete.