Hello!
Since it's Valentines (Happy Valentines to you!), I decided to make a mini-series of short stories about love. I am going to make these stories for the remaining days of February so let's see how this goes. Hehe.
Here's the first one...enjoy!
Love Shower
Love Shower
It was a rainy morning and I feel melancholic
as the rain drops pour in my window with a fainted light across the curtains.
Droplets made the leaves heavy, as well as my mood. I am on my own. I don’t
live with anyone by myself---in this pale blue apartment with a cup of tea in
my hand; I feel lonely.
I wondered why the rain makes us sad when it’s
supposed to be refreshing. The land, crops and basically the whole earth cools
down with every downpour, but why does it also makes a person feel down too? I
should love the rain. I should create a memory wherein rain will be my
sunshine. I should remove this notion of loneliness when it’s raining. For
others, it may sound so absurd to think too much how about what someone feels
when it’s raining. But as for me, I don’t want my emotions to be like a weather
or even a season that changes from time to time---I want to be constantly
happy.
I picked up my umbrella and headed towards the
door. The drenched outside world is waiting for me. Even though I hate getting
wet, I braved the streets with my resolute to end my loneliness with this rain.
Cold wind pass across my face, cutting beneath my cheeks while the pattering
sounds of my feet sounded like a sad harmony. It’s traumatizing and I want to
go back home, where I know I could be warm and safe. But I know I need to love
the rain, and appreciate it so I gathered few steps more.
It was really hard to walk in the rain. I
imagine tears puddle up in the streets and breeze from a pierced heart. I
imagined myself during the darkest days of my life. It was just like rainy
season---clouds clustered in the sky, tears blocking my eyesight, the cold gave
me goose bumps and his voice resonated like a thunder. It was a storm I was
devastated from, and it took me so long to find its eye for I am hanging on to
its tails. It was raining when he left and it is now raining that he’s gone.
But it is now raining that I also remember that day, and that’s why I want to
befriend the rain---so the dark shadows of the past will fade away.
Thanks for reading :)
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