It was raining the first time you said you love me.
The raindrops were softly tapping on the rooftop. The smoke of the hot coffee that was freshly made disappeared right in front of me right before I heard a knock.
I knew it was you.
But even though I knew it was you, the excitement I felt was just as much as the excitement I felt the day before I knew you were going to be a big part of my life.
I opened the door only to be shocked. You were soaking wet from the rain, baby. But even so, you were beautiful.
"Come here. I don't want you sick." I said but you shook your head no and laughed.
You took me by the hand and pulled me under the rain.
I wanted to get mad but you looked so happy I couldn't.
Or I knew I wouldn't.
The passers by under their umbrellas were looking at us as if we've lost our minds but you paid no attention to them.
Instead, you started singing your favorite song.
I grinned and held your hand.
I danced with you under the rain. You we're hugging me or was I hugging you.. when you looked up to me? I wasn't sure. Though I know you gave me your beautiful smile before saying, "I love you."
It was raining the first time I said I love you.
Your head was on my shoulders while my arms were wrapped around you.
You were sleeping like a baby and who am I to complain?
When the lightning splashed, I covered your ears because of the sound of the thunder that was next to come.
But even with that, you were startled. You sat upright and you were looking at me with eyes wide open.
When your senses came to you and you realized what just happened, you laughed and greeted me good morning.
I smiled and kissed your forehead. You gave me a hug before standing up. You made your way to the kitchen and asked me what I wanted for breakfast.
My heart was beating so fast.
You peeked on the doorway and looked at me when I did not answer.
You pouted and asked me once again what I wanted for breakfast.
"I love you," I said.
Because of that, every time the rain falls, we made sure we exchanged those three words.
It was raining when we celebrated our first anniversary.
It was raining when we celebrated our fifth.
It was raining when I proposed to you and you said yes.
It was raining during our wedding.
It was raining that night when I came home early from work only to find the house empty.
I tried calling you but you didn't answer so I waited. And I did not wait for long.
It was raining when I got down my car and ran to you who was lying on the road. I pushed everyone that was blocking my way.
I was stopped by a police officer but I pushed him away. I needed to go to you, baby.
It was raining the moment I cried when I held you in my arms. The blood in my hands scared the life out of me.
You looked so weak, it broke my heart.
It was raining when I held your face and my hand shivered because you felt so cold.
"I love you, wake up." I said and maybe you did hear me because you opened your eyes and said, "You're here."
It was raining but I felt your hot tears streaming down your face and it landed in the back of my hand.
It was raining when I heard the sound of the ambulance approaching.
"You'll be okay. You'll be okay." I said.
You tried holding me but you couldn't so I smiled to show you that everything will be okay but I was wrong. I was so wrong.
Because it was raining when you said you love me for the last time.
After that, the rain never felt the same ever again.
