I knew what she was looking at because I always had the same look on my face when I watched the rain.
She was thinking of him. The one who faded out of her life. She loved him, but this girl loved the rain before she ever met the ex-boyfriend. Her fingertips grazed the coffee cup sitting on the cold table for two next the window at the front of the shop. Her soft brown eyes watered as they aimlessly gazed outside; replaying memories long suppressed by a broken heart.
This girl use to play in the drizzle, cower in a cozy blanket from the storm, and danced amongst the spring showers in her own pure bliss. It was a happiness only she knew because she fostered a tender adoration for the symbolic nature behind this weather. The rain was her peace and tranquility, her salvation from insanity. It brought a sense of revitalization when she needed it most...
And he stole that from her.
No, i could see her think, watching as her eyes blinked back the tears. She knew it wasn't his fault that she despised the rain. It wasn't because of him that the rain felt lonelier than before. She did this to herself. The girl left her love for the rain become replaced for her love for him. She liked him in the rain with her. It was a sense of belonging that she always was missing and now that he was gone... She felt rejected. She was growing to overcome her depression with their breakup, but she was trying to mens her broken heart. She was taking back the pieces he took with him when her ex left her behind. She knew for a FACT, that he was moving on! He had his own life, a girlfriend, a nice car, etc. if she was to live on she needed to take what was hers in the first place!
She needed to take back her love for rain.
It was like watching a light bulb go off. This girl stood up from her small table, shoulders shaking, taking small steps towards the entrance to walk out into the shaded area of the shop. Her hesitation was obvious, but her deep breadth was even more exaggerated. Every person has to climb this step in moving on, and I smiled as I watched her quivering figure walk into the rain.
It was like a heavy weight fell off her shoulders as she cried her heart out into the area. It took every ounce of her will power not to wallow in defeat. She accepted that they were done and that he moved on to another girl. She loved every memory they shared in the rain, but thats all that was. A love for a time that's lost. She would cherish her past, but embrace her future.
I went to clean up the girl's table, continuing to watch her revelation at work. She had a car parked in the lot next door, but the smile on her face told me she encouraged the walk. Her and the Rain needed to be reacquainted.
