The rain falls gently,
each drop a kiss
on the chest I never thought I'd have,
soft and steady,
but with a power of its own.
It drips and dances,
and for the first time,
I feel it as meâ
not a stranger in my own skin,
but the human I've always been.
The rain knows me now.
It touches the curves,
the lines that are mine,
not forced,
not altered,
but earned through years
of longing and becoming.
I breathe it in,
feeling the coolness
soak into the fabric of my soul,
washing away the years
I spent feeling like a shadow.
Each drop is a celebration,
a reminder that I am here,
alive,
and that this body is mine to feel,
mine to stand in
under the open sky.
I close my eyes
and let it wash over me,
the rain and my chest
finally in sync,
finally whole.