Beyond the fame

The best thing about rain

I was asked what the best thing about rain is today. At first the question seemed irrelevant, funny in a sense? I'm not sure if it was serious but now I can't seem to stop thinking of how I would answer that. Immediately my mind would go to puddles. When I used to stomp around in them with Nick at 2 in the morning when I was little. My parents never approved of it but I found it quite interesting when they told me that any second lightning could come down and hit me. It was almost exhilarating when Nick and I ran through the street climbing on trees with our bright yellow raincoats on. So when I think of the question the honest answer could be that. My memory of Nick and I always playing in the rain. But on a deeper note when I think back I have memories of jack. When we first met it was raining. He was a soaking wet 10 year old who had his long hair in about three different buns. He was smiling so big his face almost disappeared behind it. He was louder than ever and it was the first day of school. My mom, being the worried, overprotective but amazing mom she was, had me in about four coats. It was pouring harder than ever that day and I loved it. Jack had a bright pink thin raincoat on with his hood down. His eyes met mine as the flicker in them captured my interest. He had a certain energy to his spirit that appealed to me. My heart felt funny when he first spoke to me. His high voice was cute and it still lingers in my mind. His first words to me were "it's raining! come play in the rain!" the beginning statement was quite obvious but I thought he looked funny and sweet so my attention was caught. I remember I screamed at the top of my lungs, which was extremely rare for me, especially on the first day of school. The safeness I felt that day was surely new to my young self. Jack does that to me, he's my safe spot. Ever since the start my heart knew. I clearly recall the feeling of true and utter happiness. It seeped through the seems of my clothes as nothingness came over me but genuine gladness about being there. My soul was fluttery as jack grabbed my small hand in his bringing me to the biggest puddle outside. When we got there I distinctly remember our eyes meeting and latching in place. His grin still painted on his face only slightly faded. My whole stomach swarmed with butterflies as the rain fell onto my dampened black curls. I remember when he let go of my hand and placed both of his palms on my shoulders, panting from running so much that day. He said "you're my friend. I don't have any of those but you are my one." The pitter patter of my heart trickled through my ears leaving me smiling wider than ever. I don't mean to be cliche but I remember that day like it was basically yesterday. His laugh sounded through the air like the softest ray of sunshine. It rained all the rest of that week. My heart was happy that day. My mind also goes to our friendship after that. We became so close and every time we weren't together when it was raining we would text each other - "crying we're not together" it was stupid in a way but it was us. I also remember the days that it starts raining and jack and I are together. One in particular. It was pouring so hard the puddles outside were like small ponds. The second we saw the rain drizzle through the sky our coats and boots were on. My stomach flips over and over before we step foot out the door. Jack raced through the front door out into the streets. The sky was grey and a lingering feeling floated through the air. The feeling of being able to breath, of being able to let everything go. I run after jack who was now smashing his feet through every puddle he walked by. He ran towards me as our hands met. A few cars rushed by us but it was okay because our road wasn't used that much. We see the neighbors hop out of their cars with their hoods distinctly covering their whole face as they rushed their groceries inside. Jacks giggle freed my smile as it strikes the air around us. Our hands latched together still as we screamed, running past the trees by my house. I look over at jack seeing his grin placed sweetly on his face. My heart skipped a beat as his eyes met mine. Our hoods were down now as we stopped in our tracks. I stopped first leaving jack to jolt forwards. My grip tightens on his hand so I don't lose him. He lets out breathy laugh looking back to me. I tip my head back watching the rain fall down on me. A smile forms rightfully on my face as jack walks over to me slipping his fingers through mine again. He drops to the pavement below us laying back on the ground. The rain rushes past his sides rapidly soaking any clothes he had on, but his laugh dragged me down beside him. He looked over to me, his smile still lingering as I stared back. My heart floundered as my lungs searched for air. Dumbfounded I just laid my head back down on the ground. Jacks laugh flowed past my head as he scoots closer to me filling the empty space next to me. Rain is a true happiness for me. It's strange how something so normal could be so important. But basically the best thing about rain could be anything. The planet is getting watered. Plants are becoming more healthy. But if I sit back and ask myself the same question, what is the best thing about rain? No matter how far I dig no matter how many mountains I climb to look for a different answer than what is shown to me I can't help it when I say it's him. It's jack.

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