The Feel Good

WALKING IN THE RAIN

Everyone else hunches shoulders, huddles in jacket hoods, hides under umbrellas protecting skin made to touch. The wet is unpleasant. Stay inside, they say, or, get where you�re going, get there as fast as possible. We have been taught to run. But, you.

You.

Head up, shoulders back, stride slow because you, are, not, afraid. Drops fall around you, off your forehead, onto your lips, into your shirt; your hair is lanky and wet. Beauty is not always about having it all

together. When you pass someone, you smile.

You know what you are worth.