Rain

Labyrinth

"Rain, rain go away come again another day, little children wants to play rain, rain go away."

I remember chanting those words while watching the rain pours out its anger to the world. Whenever it starts raining, I always feel angry to the clouds for it hinders me and my friends from playing at the swing. Well, it only stops me, I forgot that I don't have anyone to play with.

Whispering to the clouds,

"If you're angry, then so am I!"

After throwing my last wrath of incantation, a shocking strike of lightning appeared and a roar of thunder followed that silenced the sky.

"I wonder who got struck by that."

Asked my little curious mind.

The sky is really angry at that moment, it surpassed the rage I was feeling because I can't play outside. It even gave out a shocking flash of bolt.

"The sky has a very bad temper."

That's what I always say to myself. The weather can be just so nice and in a blink of an eye, the clouds will suddenly turned dark and gloomy.

"Curse the rain, psh."

I was so ready to make friends but the clouds was so vengeful that it rained non stop, I was so irritated! Why does the rain always have to be angry at us? Why does it always pour out its anger to the world? Can't it just hold back its lividity for a moment so that I can play with the other kids outside? Dang!

At that moment, I started hating the rain. I was so annoyed for it shackles my will to make friends. So whenever it rains, all I can do is watch it until its last blob drop.

"And where do you think you're going Henry?! Huh!? Don't you turn your back at me I'm still talking to you- Henry!"

And there they go again. Fighting. Cursing. Shouting.

Mom and her blunts. She hates me, just like how much I hate the way they fight. And for her, being so mad at me is the only thing that matters. Because, I wasn't hers'.

"You! Lock yourself to your disgusting room! I don't wanna see your ugly face!"

Mom was pointing at me with her dagger eyes when dad slammed the door after walking out. She turned her back and was walking away when she stopped as if she forgot something, she hurriedly faced me again and walked slowly, when she was infront of me, she gave me a hard slap that made me face side ways and then she left me.

"Dang, I thought she'll forgot."

I whispered.

Mom has this mannerism of slapping me whenever she was mad. It was a weird mannerism I know, I thought it was completely normal and acceptable back when I was four, but now that I'm ten, it's more clear now. The way she describes my room, that's how she feels towards me. Disgusted. Because I'm a mistake. My Dads' worst decision.

That's why before everything messes up with Mom's machine gun, which is her mouth, Dad always escapes the wonderful reality with Beverly. Yes, I know, he told me that he has another woman, and that Beverly's not my mother. He said it was our secret to keep. And after leaving, magically, the rain will start deluging its diblets of waters. The sky was angry once again and this time, my Mom was jiving along with its madness. While me? All I can do is watch the rain and wishes for it to stop pouring, just like how much I also wish for my life to stop. But it never happened.

"So you think you're so great? Huh!? Enough for you to talk back at me, is that it Elisabeth?!"

"No Mom-"