Rain- moisture condensed from the atmosphere that falls visibly in separate drops.
That is the definition of rain, yet I like to think that rain is the symphony of silver tears that heaven cries when disaster and misery strikes. Rain is the tears that form in my eyes only to fall like water running smoothly over the rocks of a waterfall, rain is the silver droplets that escape from my eyes as my heart battles the inner turmoil of my emotions, rain is the liquid salty tasting water that rolls down my cheek leaving a trail behind as it falls off my smooth pale skin and onto the ground creating puddles that will soon turn to pools, then lakes, then rivers, and eventually a ocean.
Rain is the water of my sorrow that suffocates me stealing away my every particle of oxygen as I fight to make it to the surface of the water as strong waves push me down once more deeper into the water than the last.
Rain is...the inevitable fate we are destined to come across more than just a few times as we walk along these crossroads of time...
Rain is my enemy...
My mind drifts off as I lay on my bed that is located in the small cramped bedroom of my single room apartment. My eyes remained glued to the ceiling of the room as a flash of lightning makes the dark room become light for mere seconds before it faded back to darkness, a mammoth rumbling sounded in the distance as the pounding of the rain hitting the sidewalks of the still busy city and the rain droplets falling onto my solemn looking bedroom window echoed in my mind. A single tear escaped from my left eye that held no light as I stared blankly at the dark ominous ceiling with my now dull and lifeless blue eyes. I closed my eyes that were heavy like steel drawing in a deep breath shakily, the pain in my chest not fading. My heart ached, my head was being tortured endlessly, and my limbs felt paralyzed as I laid there immobile on my bed.
As my chest moved up and down it grew heavier and heavier with every breath, it was painful.
No matter how much I wished time could go back, I knew it couldn't....and the tears wouldn't stop falling...
Reality struck me harder than before telling me that he was....
Gone...
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RomanceI remember when we were young, not much older than the age of nine, and we explored the unknown path of the river near his uncles house. I remember him leading me up a path of rocks that we climbed as I tightly held onto his hand feeling afraid to l...
