Happiness came to me like fresh, sudden rain while I walked on the streets on a Summer stuffy day.
No umbrella to cover, not even a roof to hide.
Just me and the water, dripping through my arms with a promise.
The promise that I would never run dry.
It didn’t matter how the past months had gone.
Nor even how mean the whole world seemed to be.
At that moment, I felt the healing.
It started growing from inside of me.
That moment smelled like coffee.
Fresh grass, mud and ash.
Sounded like a big fire crackling.
And clicks that turned into photographs.
I saw there genuine, true happiness.
Something I hadn’t really seen for months.
At the moment all I could feel was pain.
Healing came pouring in me like rain.