He awoke to the sound of the rain beating down on his roof and against his window.
He sat up in his bed and closed his eyes and let the sound resonate in his head.
It was the sound of thousands of tiny hands slapping angrily throughout the night.
He walked to the window and watched the drops of rain explode against the glass.
He could see the lights of the city forming kaleidoscope images through beads of water.
He walked towards the door and with some hesitation opened it to the storm.
He looked up towards the fierce black clouds and began to walk out into the downpour.
He stood under the rain as the drops pelted his bare chest and face.
He lifted his head towards the sky as to welcome the worst it had to offer.
The drops of rain fell unrelentingly like tiny pebbles being flung from above.
He raised his arms to the sky opening himself up to the punishing beating.
He hoped the rain would wash away the sins of his life and create a new beginning.
He felt each drop had the opportunity to provide change in his life in the world.
He hoped that these drops could provide the same alleviation to the sadness.
He stood beneath the falling rain for what seemed to be an eternity.
He continued to stand there as if expecting some sign of forgiveness or respite.
None came to him, and he could no longer tell where the rain ended and his tears began.
He brought his hands to his face and lowered his head as he began to weep.
He clung to the hopes the skies would open and he would get what he was desperate for.
He knew he was likely to continue his life never having the forgiveness he sought after.
Yet he felt entitled to it and he felt entitled to the feeling of accepted atonement.
He turned back to his door and continued to sulk as he moved slowly towards it.
He walked to his room and sought the warm confines of his sheets and bed.
He closed his eyes and tried to make peace with the fact his hopes weren’t answered.
He drifted back to sleep with tears still in his eyes as he had every other time it rained.
Jameson Wilds 