When Rain Becomes Too Personal
"It
was raining that night, not too heavy but it wasn’t a mere drizzle, and I felt
cold each time a raindrop touches my skin.
He
appeared half-expectedly, and I was sure why he came and it was not for me. He
was apologetic for the obvious but not the thoughtful person he used to be. He
started talking about himself as usual but he never asked how my life has been
in the past two weeks or in the last twenty minutes he was sitting there with
us. “Did you just arrive?” was the only question I remember he asked me. I was
giving him the cold shoulder in return though I’m not sure he noticed.
A
few minutes later, he left with warning and somehow, I let go so easy. I was
naïve, but it was difficult inside.
Rain
continued to drop from heaven, it felt colder and l understood why sometimes
when rain pours it becomes too personal."
(excerpt from ‘When It
Rains It Pours’ by Jamie Fisher)
