Moments of Rain

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
How would it be like if one simple moment could be beautified by one simple person?..

Submitted: September 02, 2012

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Here am I, looking outside from the window sill. There are clouds in some parts of the sky. I wasn’t seeing them at all for days.
Man, last days were awful! I mean, extremely hot! Wish I was in Paris or somewhere – extremely hot weathers are not for me! Forget about me, what about those who have to work for long hours! Thankfully, I can smell the rain that is about to start in an hour. Crows are cocking loudly. There is no one outside, mainly because it’s Tuesday. And I, a young man at 21, doing nothing but thinking. Thinking maybe of what I am going to do for two weeks without seeing my very best friend. Story has not started yet, but you can tell at least I am trying to.
I woke up at an early hour. It was quarter to eight or something. There was playing jazz from my radio – I forgot to turn off the other night. I thought it was George Benson. I don’t know, it sounded like him. I am maybe not an artist or born with an incredible artistic talent, but I do love jazz and classical music. Man, how great and gentle they are. You can just sit or nap in your bed listening to them, and when it’s finished you can just simply pray for those beauties in life. For me, that is even more crucial. You know, I am a bit melancholic. Especially nowadays. I forget things, I sometimes do not do my chores, I sometimes feel like a man in vain. Just like a lake without fish – I don’t know where this came from.
I told you that I won’t be able to see my very best friend, that she is going to be in holiday. You know what, our friendship is far more than being invaluable. She is like a water to me, that I can’t stand, think or live without it for a long time. You know, some things lack when you’re out of water. She once told me I was a shelter that she could hide from each rainy day and sorrow that any other men possibly give to her.
I gave you a sample of our love to each other by giving images rather than pouring so many words to describe. I know she is going to miss me and did almost everything to spend her today with me. And she gave a promise, which I won’t share now. As a result, I am the only one I’m going to spend my time with.
I checked my mails, which is a routine thing. Then, I made a coffee. I then sat down on the balcony and watched the rare people in the park, jogging mostly. I began to think about my education, all of a sudden. I started university later than I had to. A one-year lateness. I am studying French literature, which first I thought it was going to be magnificent, – then turned into a burden – however I don’t know what the hell I’m going to be. I am lazy as a koala.
I was with my huge beard for, I don’t know, two weeks maybe. I am still not in the mood to shave them. About a minute later, I got inside my house again, just to search something worth to watch. Immediately afterwards, I found a movie. It was its last 30 minutes. It was about a Brazilian immigrant who was fighting for his rights in States. Man, what a dramatic ending it had. I cried as a baby.
Then, I felt like listening to Bach. Especially his “Air” – the one in G minor. Man, how I love that tone! I was about to cry again.
About a minute or two, a text message came. This was from the girl I told you. She was saying: “Sorry again for today. You know how I wanted to meet. I promise I will spend my whole week with you after I come back. By the way, how are you?”. How easily that text beautified me. I cheered. I didn’t answer her right away.
I went to the balcony again and I realized it was raining heavily this time! It was amazing! After all those extremely hot days, it sounded like a pure melody to my ears. I watched those people in the park trying to find a shelter. For one of them, I thought, was far away from home. They were running like mad men.
Then the coffee I told you, it made me thirsty. Liters of water I drank. Then I took this message to the girl: “Fine. Much better now. How are you ? Look outside, how it’s raining cats and dogs. By the way, a film I watched this morning made me cry. It was about… Ok. Hope to see you in a short time. Enjoy your holiday!”
I don’t exactly know why, but no melancholy was left inside of me. No inner cry. Just the moment, the heavy sound of the rain and one more piece by Bach…  


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