Some of us Serve the World Best by Running Away

Sage doesn’t like rain

Or wet grass

Or long grass

Sage doesn’t like grass

Sage knows when a sun shower is coming before the clouds do

She knows all of the signs of a storm, just like a chaser, but instead quivers by the door

She will not find herself in open air when a single raindrop falls as if her life depends on it

She’ll hold her bladder for 24 hours before she’ll pee on a rainy day

Sage has a hierarchy of needs and it goes like this

Avoiding uncomfortable textures such as rain

Cuddling

Napping

Food

Playing fetch

Treats

Going to the bathroom

End of list

Sage will cuddle for the rest of her life

I haven’t tested it because I always give up first, but I’m pretty sure if I cuddled her for long enough she would just die there

Her bladder would explode, or dehydration would pervade

Sage knows when a sun shower will come pouring down my face before the clouds do

And that too will cause her to run the other way

Sage is so empathic, but she just cannot bear the rain

Instead, when I've regained my sense of equilibrium, her eyes that know more than most, look at me, and her ears pin back like Dobbys

Then her body language retreats away from me, as she must ensure there won’t be any more showers

I’ve learned to not take it personally

We all have our own hierarchy of needs

And this is hers

Who am I to judge her for avoiding something so many of us assume we have to face

Why not live an entire life without storms

That doesn’t make you a coward

That makes your life brilliant

Maybe Sage can sense more than storms, sun showers, and tears

Maybe Sage can sense the way this world has turned over on its side so many times the history books have lost count

The sensitive ones are too often misunderstood to be weak when in fact we bear the brunt

This world is so full of sorrows, and we hold them on our backs while the insensitive ones never miss the chance to stab an open target

Then the world compliments them for their courage, and offers more social supplies

While the sensitive ones continue to process a world full of wounds that those in the public eye are blinded to

Maybe Sage can sense the suffering of this blue planet all too well

Maybe the smell blows in with the canadian winds

Perhaps, a single tear, from either sky or eye, just sends her over the edge that she was already riding

She cannot bear anymore pain from this planet

So she retreats to warm fuzzy blankets, and waits for the storms to blow over

We weren’t all meant to wait on the frontlines

We weren’t all meant to endure the worlds bickering in the form of bullets

We weren’t all meant to look evil in the eyes and move towards it

Some of us serve the world best by serving ourselves, and running

away from the rain

Shivering and quivering at loud sounds, and unbearable people

Some of us serve the world best by running away