Luke grew to hate the rain. Michael loved the rain. Luke couldn't bare to see rain, because he remembered how Michael would dance in it. His smile would grow and he would dance in the rain. He didn't care who was watching. As Luke looked out his window he saw the rain and remembered the one thing he liked about it. No one could see you cry in the rain.
Michael woke up at 3 am from a nightmare. His body ached. He grabbed a sweater and headed outside and was greeted with rain. He use to love the rain. Now it reminded him of Luke. He walked to the park where they had their date. He sat there and cried. He began to shake and scream. The rain poured down on him. He wanted to die, to be done, to stop suffering. Luke was his sunshine and now he had scarred him with a sunburn.
"Sir are you okay?" a little old lady asked.
Michael shook his head no.
"Would you like a ride home?" she smiled.
"Yes please." he choked.
He hopped in her car and he pointed her the directions to his place. As he was about to get out of the car, he hesitated and turned to the lady.
"Miss, why did you come to the park when it was raining?"
"Sad people like the rain. I figured a sad person would be there. One more life saved I guess." she smiled.
"Thank you." he heaved.
He crashed on his bed. It took him 19 minutes to fall asleep.
