Tears From A Storm...

[kenshin_shy]

What do you love about the rain? Is it the cold blowing wind or the big raindrops prickling your windows making your room look dark and blurred? Some people love the rain for watering the dry road and for washing the dusts away from their roofs. But for some, it is when a rainbow finally appears after a gray sky that gives color to a gloomy day. wonderful, isn't it?
Were we to ask a six-year-old boy what he loves about the rain, he'd probably answer, " I like it when I step out of the house, run around the garden, and dance underneath the rain."
But it's different for a little girl that I used to know. When it rains, she, wanting her clothes to get really, really, wet, runs around their garden and looks up the sky with her eyes closed allowing the rain drops to fall hard down her eyes and cheeks.
I never understood why she did that. Again I saw her one rainy afternoon, standing really wet outside of their house. I ran to her bringing and umbrella and said, "you'll get sick."
I heard nothing from her. She on stared back at me. I thought I noticed something odd about her that made me wonder. I asked softly, "Are you crying?"
"No, I'm not. I stand here only because i want to bathe in the rain," she replied gently.
"Ok. I just thought you were..." and she ran back to their house.
It wasn't obvious but she was crying. I knew she was. The raindrops may have hidden her tears but they didn't stop her eyes from reddening. Then again, maybe I'm wrong. Ah, I suppose her eyes were just irritated.
the next day, I saw her mother running away from their house. there were rumors spreading around the neighborhood that her parents were getting divorced.
It didn't stop from there. Once when we were both already in high school, I ran after her when she suddenly stepped put of the school bus. it was raining then. She jumped and danced in the rain, running around in circles, her arms spread like that of a bird.
"You'll get sick!" I told her like I always used to.
"No, I won't. I'm jumping and dancing can't you see. And I want to get wet..." She said in a low, sad voice.
It was her best friend who took her home. I helped them carry their things. Though it wasn't intentional, I couldn't help but hear what they talked about.
"move on! We're way too young too fall deeply in love! Besides, he doesn't deserve you. you're better off without him!"
Ok. Love, love, love - girl talk. I supposed she was heartbroken.
Heartbroken? But she was jumping and dancing in the rain. circles. That really confused me.
years passed and many things happened; many things changed and people looked different. Seven years had gone too fast, I Supposed, and I was happy to know she graduated and earned a business degree. My mother attended cause i was in business trip out of town.
It's a small world. Who would have expected she would be hired in the same company i work at?
"Small world isn't it?" she joked plainly.
"Yeah. We used to be neighbors and schoolmates in high school. We parted ways in college but now we're colleagues," I said with a smile.
At work she was really thorough. I saw her do a lot of things. Workdays seemed to busy and stressful for her. For me, it seemed like working in heaven. I admit, i was beginning to fall for her then. It started when at one time we were both running late when it unexpectedly rained. out clothes got dripping wet and all we could do was laugh at each other.
The following days tagged along romantic dates. meeting hours were like days for us. I courted her until she told me she loved me too. Hence, we were a couple
After our second anniversary, I proposed marriage to her. In six months, we tied the knot, and we did exactly on Valentine's day.
Our first six months as a married couple was such a big test for us. We were not immediately at ease; there was a lot of adjustments. Still, everything turned out fine. We surpassed the challenges and nothing can stand between us.
At last, on our first wedding anniversary, I prepared a dinner for two at the same garden restaurant where I proposed to her. Though restaurants and hotels were fully booked on the occasion, we still managed to celebrate our special day on the day of hearts.
She told me she would be late because of work so I arrived first at the restaurant.
My phone rang. It was she on the line.
"just wait for me, ok? I'm on my way. It'll just take me 10 minutes," she said.
"Ok. Take care. Bye."
"Wait. i love you," she said sweetly.
After five minutes, rain showered all over the place as I was patiently waiting for my wife even if i was getting wet at the roofless garden. i looked around the place for shelter and saw a small dome at the center of the garden. Though I tried to stay away from the rain, a raindrop still managed to fall on my eye.
Meanwhile, my wife was running along the slippery road, her body and her clothes getting wetter by the minute.
My phone rang again. It was her.
"Can you fetch me on the other side of the road? I almost showered myself in the rain," she said through the angry downpour of water.
"Sure," I answered. I picked up an umbrella and ran outside. I was looking for a sign of my wife when suddenly I heard loud brakes, louder honks, and even louder shouts. I felt nervous. I saw blood flowing and being washed away through the rainwater on the road.
Tracing where the blood was coming from, I saw my wife lying on the road, trying to catch her breath against the strong wind.
We arrived at the hospital just after 10 minutes. My wife then was getting weaker and weaker.
You know what made me feel worse? It's the fact that she always refused every time I offered her an Umbrella but she finally asked me to shelter her, I was late and so was it for her too.
She held my hand and told me to stop crying because it only made her weaker. She knew she wouldn't live for another 30 minutes so she asked me to do a thing.
She said in what seemed like dying state, "I'm sorry because I can no longer stay with you. I'm really sorry I have to leave you behind. but I want you to do me a favor. I want you to stand under the rain and cry away all your feelings. The raindrops will wash your tears away, as if you're not even crying. That'll make you tougher... and me too.. I love you..."
So I ran outside the hospital and cried. I cried really hard. I felt light despite the fact that I was losing my wife. A nurse saw me and told me to shelter myself. He didn't know that I was crying in pain. the rain stopped and my eyes too stopped from raining down tears of pain.
it was then when i finally understood why my wife who used to be my neighbor, childhood friend, schoolmate, officemate and 4 year girlfriend would stay outside and let herself get wet by the rain just like what I did. She cried before she died, and she didn't want me to see her crying so she sent me outside to do the thing she always did.
On the day she was buried, the heavens cried its sympathy with a storm.
And it hasn't left yet because it knows I'm not yet through crying for my lost wife.
The thunder hid the loud shouts I made, calling out her name, and the raindrops covered the painful tears I shed...

[youkuswife]

cool!!!
it's true, rain is really good ...
when i was still in elem, i let others borrow my umbrella
and carry my bag...i was ,then, having great fun walking, running in the rain...
it's really cool-it refreshes not only physical but also emotional aspect...
yeah, it's obvious...ILOVERAIN...