Who Said You Could Not Swim In the Rain

Who Said You Could Not Swim In the Rain?

I used to hear a voice

quiet, stern,

woven into childhood rules

and trembling edges of fear.

Don’t go out there

Don’t step to far.

Don’t swim in the rain.

They said the sky would break open,

that the deep would swallow me whole,

that storms were places you watched

but never entered.

And I believed them.

Because little hearts do.

And all those nights

the dream returned,

again and again;

where I dove beneath the surface

only to find the water thick

and my body slow,

my reach too small

to climb back into the air.

I would wake

carrying the ache of a breath

I was certain I could not reach.

Fear can freeze an Ocean.

But then came another Voice,

one not born from warning

but from wonder,

that whispered into the corners

where old rules lived like shadows:

Who said you could not swim in the rain?

It wasn’t accusation.

It was invitation.

A gentle unraveling

of all the “don’ts”

I thought were truth.

For Love does not say “stay inside.”

Love does not measure storms

or forbid the unknown.

Love steps into the downpour,

eyes laughing,

arms wide,

as if the whole sky were a playground

and the deep a home.

Love says,

Come…..feel the water warm your skin,

let the raindrops kiss the waves,

Come experience the new.

So I walked to the edge

of everything I once feared,

and the question rose again,

not from shame

but from awakening:

Who told you you were not made for this?

And I dove.

Not to escape,

but to discover.

This time the water lifted me.

This time the surface met me.

This time the dream broke open.

Rain fell

and I swam beneath it,

experiencing the downpour,

held by a freedom

And Love,

standing at the shore of my becoming

simply smiled,

as if this was always the story…..

as is the rain had always been waiting

for me to come alive.