Depths of my mind

As the rain falls

As the rain falls and runs down the forsaken hill, my friend lays dying upon the blood-soaked battlefield. I by his side. I fall to my knees knowing my help is in vain. As the rain falls so do my tears. He wipes my tears as he dyes. He smiles, as the rain falls. As the rain falls, we stay close. As he gasps for air, his dying breaths. Nearer an nearer is the end for my friend. As the rain falls the sky grows darker. I realize not that I too have been wounded fatally. We sit slipping in and out of conciseness. As the rain falls he puts his arm around me, my head presses against his chest. His heart faintly beating, hanging on to dear life. As the rain falls upon us, lightning flashes and thunder rolls as we lay nearing death. Cold, wet, wounded, happy to be near each other. As the rain falls, we watch the world grow dim. I gaze into his chestnut eyes and he returns the gaze. We nod as if to say "We made it this far. good job old friend." As the rain falls, we are finally home. Earth but a distant memory. We reunite once again, alive, finally free from the chains of this life. Only love and friendship remain. As the rain falls, the find our bodies. Returned to our country for our somber burial, as the rain falls our families mourn our death. We lay side by side, even in death.