One of my most important mind based journeys was when I was walking home one day. Sky full of clouds. Warm but gloomy. I knew it was going to rain. But not so much as it did that day. It wasn't a normal day for me. I had lost my job. My best friend. I wasn't okay.
Sprinkles started to pat my head. Instead of the normal "I should get moving", I lifted my head up. Music in my ears and sound all the way up, I took a walk in the rain.
Nowhere near going home at this point, I began to allow my mind to wander. Soon...it was dark. Perfect. I knew where I was. Good. Phone at 56%. Good. Music. Loud. Good.
Eyes full of...water. I'm crying? How long have I been crying? Not good. I get home and I can't wait to clean up for bed. Father approaches me as I watch his smile turn. "What have I done now?" I asked myself as he got closer to my face. Without warning. Soaking wet and muddy. He hugs me. Confused I wait a second. But the hugging won't stop. My arms start moving on their own...and then...he is gone. The door I just walked in, disappears. The walls, the pictures....everything...gone. No...no no no!!!! I ca... I can't be dreaming this. With everything withering away, I take one last look up above. Yet, all I see is rain drops. No dark sky. No clouds. No midnight jets or airplanes in flight. Just rain. I slowly turn around. "I won't look back. I can't. I know its gone. I know what happened. I know what I must do. I know where I must go now." I said upset like if me and my mom were arguing again. Immediately I am welcomed by a voice from my father. "Where must you go?" With all my strength, I held my posture. Facing away from the voice I miss oh so much. "I'm going for a walk in the rain Dad. Hopefully...its not as bad as the last one. Tell mom and bro I miss them."
-Tears and rain hold a very strong bond. You might breakdown in public in the rain with everyone thinking you dropped your paper.
- Nick Lawson
- Author: Hidden Poet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 11th, 2017 00:18
- Comment from author about the poem: A young female adult shares a story she calls A Walk In The Rain. Losing her family in a tornado storm. She was out of town just getting back.
- Category: Short story
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