"Raindrops"

I remember telling them that the rain was a downpour of all the sadness the world has accumulated for days and everyone that has not experienced that sadness receives a foretaste of it through the rain.



I'm running a mile and did not expect this. The weather reports clearly said it was suppose to be a cloudy day today. My umbrella isn't working and i have in my hands a picnic mat, a picnic basket full of snacks for one, sunglasses and a trustee strawhat to top it all. What am i to do? Oh, good thing there's a huge tree planted near it. As soon as I place all my things on the tree, the thunder roars and the sky gets even darker. it's only 2:00 in the afternoon and it's already way too dark.
Oh, my goodness! The rain is even harder now. I quickly abandon my things, set aside the broken umbrella and run my way in the middle. i dance a little, sing a lot and then just savor every cold drop of rain caressing my face.
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Suddenly, there comes this overwhelming silence.
I motion to the left and head toward the tree.
After a brief silence, with my head down staring at these cold gravestones...
An outburst of tears.
My heart, like the sky can't contain the grief.
it's been three years and i'm still a mess.
The rain mixing my tears is creating a confusion; an illusion, a diversion; an exhaustion, a vulgar intrusion.
I'm trying to stop but i can't--i simply can't. Seemingly, the rain is orchestrating these tears; they too just fall even harder. Over and over again, the mem'ries keep flooding back and on instinct, i fall to my knees.I fall silent. The sound of the rain is all i hear.
For a short while--NOTHING. Absolutely nothing.


My senses have given up and all that falls are raindrops; just soft, tasteless raindrops. My eyes can't produce any more tears; they've run out. I just continue kneeling, head bowed, eyes closed. I say a prayer under my breath.
"Let it rain some more".

Momentarily, i can hear the rain but can't FEEL it. Puzzled, scared, baffled.
I get up quick and as i raise my head, a figure is standing next to me.
I glance and see a smile. It's as if the sun took a peep from the gray clouds.
As i stand up,I stand under this guy's umbrella.
i mutter a sheepish question.
"Are you alone?"
He smiles. "Visiting mom and dad." pointing at a gravestone 5 meters away from my parents'.
Then, I smile back.

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