Storm

As a water sign, as a Cancerian, I possess most traits that describe us: Moodiness, Creativity/Imagination, Moodiness, Sensitivity, Moodiness, Strong Intuition, Moodiness, Sympathy and Moodiness.

I don't know how to describe this. I'm no new-ager, and I don't have crystals all around my house (although I'd most definitely wish to, I talk to them as it is and definitely wouldn't mind the company as well as spiritual protection), but I've spent a great deal of my life aware of my horoscope sign and its traits.

That's why I know that I'm overdramatic at times, overreacting to anything and everything, and that my moods change so fast I can never catch up, and that I'm loads more emotional than I'll ever let anyone see (if I cry in front of you or let you comfort me when I'm crying it already means that I trust you, a lot). Yeah, being a water sign means a constant ebb and flow of emotions. They don't call us water signs for nothing - our emotions really do flow like the waves.

There's so much I wish I could express about water signs and how it's so scary how the traits that describe Cancerians (both good and bad) fit me so well. But there's just no way I could do that - the only way I can think of is to let you into my mind to really feel things the way I feel them. Most of the time I don't think, I feel. More than 60% of my decisions made are based on feelings and intuition alone. Scary, no?

But enough of all that. What I wanted to really talk about was how I felt when caught in a sudden downpour this evening. Because that's such a me thing, talking about my feelings and whatnot.

I'd gone for dinner with mum, and on the way back, bam, it's water everywhere. I didn't have an umbrella (I'm the girl who's forever caught without a brolly/jacket, hehe) and mum had a small collapsible one. You know those umbrellas that turn inside out when the wind gets too strong? Yeah, it was one of those umbrellas.

The rain was coming down so heavily that it was, literally, a white curtain in front of us. And the winds, oh how they came. If a normal breeze is like a gentle caress, these winds were like forceful embraces, selfish and possessive and never wanting to let us go. A possessive wind. It sounds weird, but it was what I felt, with my eyes closed and a grin on my face. Mum didn't like the rain because it was cold and wet, which was the reason why I loved it. It was cold and wet, and all I wanted to do was dance in the rain. I just wanted to drop everything and run out into the rain and fall onto my knees with my arms outstretched, face tilted up to rain, all the while grinning like a fool, savouring the feeling of the cold winds and the rain that would be pelting me everywhere, like greedy hands seeking to know every inch of its lover's body. It's a strange analogy, I know.

I absolutely love the rain. I love water, but I can't swim, and so the rain is the closest I can get to allowing the water to take over me without me drowning. I swear, there's something so wild and free about a storm, like the heavens themselves are punishing us for some sin we've committed and I'm the one still dancing about, like a wild chant, some kind of prayer held up as offering to these forces that are tearing our world apart with cold winds and rain and some barely-contained violence. It makes me want to join in.

It's raining again.

Can you hear that?

Those whispers in the wind?

The low murmurs of the trees as they bow to their unseen master?

They're calling to me.

They want me to join them.

They're saying my name.

It's something I can't quite catch.

Listen. Do you hear that?

That song, that tune?

Tumbling around in the winds.

That's our song.

Leave your things, forget this place.

We'll dance with reckless abandon,

and sing in that strange tongue

that only the rain understands and obeys.

We'll sing, and we'll dance.

We'll stay forevermore in the rain

and promise me we'll never leave.

After all, we're dancing partners.

This is our stage.

And the curtains never fall.