swimming in the rain

It was nestled between the two buildings, the pool, and therefore when you swam, the top corner of either buildings would sit at the tip of your vision upon the background of the sky and view of the greens that were planted around the compound. It was just about to rain and she, she wanted to do a few laps before it pours, so she stepped into the pool, right leg first, and then the left until all of her body was immersed in the water she pulled her upper body back to wet her hair before dipping her whole self in. Surprisingly the water was warm, for it was sunny on one end, and cloudy on the other, and so as she began doing her laps, she swam back and forth between the sun and the clouds.

She had always wanted to swim in the rain, and so she swam slowly immersing her head in the water with each stroke until she noticed the raindrops creating small ripples on the surface as she looked up from under. She loved watching the water broke, and that is why the breaststroke was most appealing, apart from being the simplest, it was to her, the most graceful, for when the hands parted the water to make way for the body before the head pulls up to the surface, the water broke its stillness with quietness, and such grace. The same way when the raindrops hit the pool, and broke its still surface into ripples. She knew she should get out now, before the rain got heavy, but it was a sensation she wanted to enjoy for a little longer, swimming towards the sun, and then the clouds and watching the ripples from under the surface before she pushes her head back out. So she swam on.

It was moments like this, she felt at least a little glimmer of hope that life could be bearable. The trouble with her is that she was a romantic deep within. A head filled with stupid ideals, they always tell her. She wasn't really of this world. He once told her that she was a rare treasure, a hard find, and she was, she was out of this world. She does not belong here. It was right there under the water, when she saw the fierce bolt of light rip through the sky. She swam slowly, taking in the feel of the water as it wraps around her, maybe this is how it feels to be flying. She closes her eyes and swam until both sides of the pool turned cloudy and it began to pour. And she stayed underneath the surface for a while, to watch the still surface broken completely by raindrops and breaststroke.

And then it was time, and she got out, walked in the rain back to her apartment and took a long hot shower. Long enough so she could dream a little more before she had to dress, open the door and walk back into the world. The world of broken dreams, and half forced smiles, where horses were cars and princes were just a fairy tale, and where she had to live the best she can, with all she had, until, she went home to where she belonged.

She was not from here.