Passing Rain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
A rainy day, as one passes away... What's the difference in feelings for those who feel the rain and those who just get wet?

Submitted: March 10, 2014

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It soaked through my clothes, as I felt them cling to my body like a second skin...

Each drop splattered on my face, as I looked up to the dark cloudy sky that night...

But still, this rain made me relaxed, feeling those drops soon run down my body to hit the ground or to soak into my clothes, if there were anymore room for them to share with the rest of those million rain drops.

My eyes turned to my surrounding, seeing others running away in a hurry, trying to not get wet by this heavy rain. But I was different, I felt each drop fall on me, it wasn't cold anymore, it felt relaxing, as if it was washing away the feelings that swelled inside me.

My only thought that rain through my mind was...

If only... If only... She never left me alone, why did she have to pass away? My most dearest person, my only Mother in this entire world.

I wouldn't have ever thought she would pass away, I just thought she would stay with me forever, like when I was a child.

But I had already forgotten if I was crying anymore, those tears had mixed with the rain, making them saltier as they ran down. No one would be any help right now, she was the only family I had left, the one I trusted the most and the one I stayed with the most.

Before I realized it, memories of her smiling face faded into my mind, it was too early for me to forget her face, even though I have no pictures of her. She always said that memories last forever, but pictures are just an image, it doesn't hold the memories and feeling like our minds do... She was happy with her own words.

"Did you know?" Her voice echoed in my mind, alongside a memory, seeing the rain soon fading, as a white room appeared in front of me with her sitting there, as if she was alive again.

"What...?" I replied without hesitation, wanting to re-act it.

"Do you know that the rain is beautiful when there's a full moon?" She answered, looking up to the same rainy sky that I was.

"What do you mean?" I didn't understand her words that day.

"They wash everything away, as if the moon is saying 'cry with me but smile with the sun'..." Once again she spoke, in a childlike tone.

"The rain just makes people wet..." I replied back, I knew that wasn't true but I just kept repeating the words that I said that day.

She laughed at me, "No child... There is a saying that, 'Some people feel the rain, others just get wet', my favorite saying on such nights..."

"Feel the rain? Isn't that a weird saying?" I replied back, wanting to move closer to her... It was impossible.

"Child... You feel it now, don't you?" She stood up out of her chair, and walked closer, until she was standing right in front of me.

"W-What...?" This wasn't apart of the memory anymore, she never said that!

"You feel it, right?" She repeated, reaching her pale hand on my cheek, as she slowly grew old, back to her present self.

"Y-Yes..." I felt it once again... The warm tears flow down my face, as the rain ran beside it, feeling it all rush at me. I pressed my hand on top of hers, not wanting to let her go.

"I love you, and I'm sorry for leaving you..." The rain never hit her but those were tears that ran down her face that moment, she couldn't feel the rain like me. She wasn't here anymore to do so, I'm the one who stands in this rain, she on the other hand, has to leave me once again.

"I love you too..." I replied back, not wanting to get out of this rain, it was the only connection I had left with her.

"Look up, child... Begin a new life..." I raised my head up to the sky again, seeing the full moon finally appearing out of those clouds and shining down, as beautiful as always.

"Beautiful..." I said, as I looked back down to see her, "Mother...?" She vanished, her and the white room were gone, "unfair... Leaving like that..." The tears never stopped, as I raised my head again to the moon, "some people feel the rain, others just get wet..." I repeated, beginning to like that saying and understanding it finally, as my feeling overflowed and my tears washed away while I was looking to that moon... It would all wash away until the sun rises and a smile will finally shine on my face, as I keep this memory of my Mother and her face carved into my mind for eternity. I don't need pictures to remember her, this rain is good enough...


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