The rain

The rain is falling. The rain is falling against my window, letting me know that I’m not alone, just like it did back home when I didn’t appreciate it. I open the window and breathe in the cool heavy air. I let it envelope my body and fill my nostrils with its familiar scent. It expels everything around me that isn’t mine. All I have is this room and that’s it. This city is beautiful but it’s not mine. The lights are warm, and the streets are filled with linked arms, carefree kisses and laughter and I admire them, but that’s all; I am not one of them. I love to see them, but I do not love as one of them. My loves are at home. My heart is at home. But my body is here. So, I inhale the rain, close my eyes, and let it encompass me, all of me, imagining that a country away, my loves are doing the same.