And then it poured again!

It was just another sad day. A year ago, I lost her, that one person who used to be the reason behind my smile. I held her in my arms, saying, “It’s gonna be okay,” while we both watched the rainfall and sat by the window, and then she left her breath. Since then, I’ve never been the same. Though it rained during that year, I never stepped outside, too engulfed in my grief to experience the rain’s touch.

A lot has changed, and I have to find reasons to smile. When I do, I remember she’s no longer with me, and the smile fades. I’m still lost in the memories we made. The way her eyes used to light up with joy when she watched the rainfall, the number of times she used to tell me how much rain made her happy, I miss all of it.

I came to the church, hoping to find solace. Knelt down before God and spoke my heavy heart. A quiet reassurance that my pain was heard and acknowledged. I peeped at the window and found the evening sink-in.

The cool breeze kissed my face as I stood outside the church. I wore a long lavender gown highlighted with shimmering golden lace that gently flowed down to my knees. I watched the sky darken, and the cold breeze turned into the wind. And then it poured again!

I watched as the first drops of rain began to fall. With each raindrop that touched me, I felt embraced. That evening, the drizzles of rain and the pretty lights adorning the street looked magnificent. I thought about how happy she would be if she were with me. I smiled for the first time after she left me. My smile grew with each raindrop.

Watching the rain, I was awestruck by its gracefulness. I was being urged by the people to take shelter. I ignored their pleas as I desired to feel the rainfall. While the world around me hurried their way, I stood still. Standing alone and at ease, I enjoyed the moment, feeling the raindrops caressing me.

As I stood there amid the gentle rain, I wondered how many more drizzles I would have the chance to witness. My memory of this warm feeling will last a lifetime.