April Showers

2|mother and son

The rain felt familiar as Noah ambled through it. It was associated with many good memories; all of which were shared with his mother.

He came upon a log which was at the gate of his old home. It was from a Burch tree that had fallen when Noah was still a boy.

Huffing, Noah sat on the log giving the rain a better angle to soak him from. He was probably going to have a cold. He always hated getting sick. He was lucky his mother was an attentive nurse.

"Noah Andrews!" she shouted when he made a face at the cold medicine. She never ran out of medicine. The tears were made to roam free now. There could be no immediate distinction of where his tears started and where the rain landed.

He wanted the sorrow to roll off his back the same way the water did. His pain to soak away. His grief to magically be chartered into the gutters. He wanted to slow the terrified beating of his heart.

There was a sudden break of raindrops. Noah raised his eyes to assess the change in weather. His eyes met soft light brown ones, the owner of which was presently holding a blue umbrella over their heads.

"Hello." Anna was the first to speak with the hopes of snapping him out of his trance and getting him in from the cold. "Hi." Was his short answer as he held his head down in a show of defeat. He could not lie.

Anna was quite beautiful.

Her natural hairs were pulled into separate buns at either side, giving her a younger, innocent appearance. She was not very tall, standing at about five feet four inches. She was his type.

Caramel complexion and all.

Moisture seeped through her pants as soon as Anna sat next to him. She regretted her decision as she made it. If only she wasn't so tired from running around behind visitors. People swarmed the place like bees.

When Maggie did alive not even a ants lass pass and come the yard. Only Ms. Pam with her thief self.

"What could have possessed you to sit here?" She scrunched up her face at him. She personally could not appreciate the water seeping into her draws.

She could imagine the hurt he was feeling but there was a line between emotional and fool fool. She chastised herself for being the hypocrite having sat beside him.

Anna didn't care about his answer. Nothing logical could possibly come from what he did. "She hated when I got caught in the rain." Noah replied and startled a laugh out of Anna.

Her laugh was loud and uniquely awful. "So this is you spiting the dead?" Her humor stayed longer than necessary. She laughed a second time as she rethought his answer.

Noah forgot what he was supposed to feel. He glanced at the side of Anna's face. She was rosy. A breath a fresh air. "You seem, weird." Noah said it before he could stop himself. He didn't mean to insult her but her sense of humor was tainted.

"Why thank you good sir." She faked a British accent. Shaking her head at him. She wasn't offended. She was proud to be weird. She is, was, and would continue to be, the shit.

Noah shook his head. "Well Mr. Bigshot, I nuh know about you, but mi a guh inside. Mi just did a check pon yuh. Yuh look good, all this rain is um wet and such." Anna got up ready to head back.

Noah laughed. She was a peculiar one. Her patwa sounded strange and her mix of English was interesting. He got up to follow her. The entirety of her rear was wet and drew his attention. Noah was snickering all the way to the house.

Upon arriving "home" Noah noticed that Anna and her child had moved into his mother's house. The boy's toys were laying everywhere and Noah would bet his right butt cheek that the child was inside somewhere acting like he owned the place.

He took his time to get dry. He was reminiscing, picturing himself running around the hall sticking his tongue out at his mother.

He had some good times in this house. He remodeled it himself.

He however, wasn't allowed to change too much as his mother fussed about every scrape and nook in the wall. Her stubbornness told him stories about how they all got there.

Heading to the living room he found Aaron on the couch watching cartoons. The boy looked like his mother; his eyes, and his hair all hers. His nose and lips were a different story, though not out of place they were quite distinctive. He was as good looking as a boy could be.

Aaron sprung to his feet. At first it seemed he was coming for a hug but then the monotonous words "Feed me." slipped from his lips as he boxed about.

The kid had a personality like his mother's; weird. Mumblings could be heard coming from the kitchen as the boy's mother busied herself. Snatching the remote up Noah decide to watch something other than cartoons.

He was hoping to catch Monday night football. The Red Stripe Premier League was in full swing. He was cheering Montego Bay United and in the middle of his pre-goal celebration when he came face to face with, bears. The child had changed the channel. Not a likkle brought-upsie.

Anna should have a talk with him about manners. As if summoned the woman strutted into the living room with a tray of food. He was glad that she had changed clothes or showered.

She set what looked like ackee and salt fish with dumplings in front of the boy. She could cook? That was a big plus. His mother had raised him to appreciate a woman's cooking.

For the third time today he realized that she was not at all bad to look at. Getting to know Anna would be fun. He was only feeling bitter. She knew his mom was dying and he didn't and it hurt.

Aaron and Noah relocated to the dining room table. They were both enthusiastic eaters. The little boy, however managed to cover his hands in oil. Aaron leaned over the table and placed one of his oily hands on Noah's forehead. The greasy palm felt disgusting and Noah's distaste showed.

"You alright?" Aaron asked scrunching up his face in confusion.

"Mi good." Noah supplied as he took the boy's hand off his face. The child seemed even more confused and it was almost comical. He seemed as if he smelt something, questionable.

"If my mommy died mi woulda bawl." The little boy said. Aaron's eyes reflected a five year old Noah; the hurt and pain of losing a parent evident in his features. The innocence Aaron portrayed overshadowed his obvious lack of manners.