Drenched

Rain had been pouring on me lately. It’s okay; I’ve learned to feign cheerfulness even when I’m drenched. I just walk like I don’t care, humming some blues, and at least, as a friend used to say, “nobody notices I’m crying in the rain”.

Am I scared that the rain will not stop and eventually drown me in solitude? It’s a painful thought, and maybe yeah I’m scared. I’ve learned a lot from braving the heavy rains. But I also know that no matter how much you have prepared yourself to the thought that you will eventually drown, it will still hurt, and a lot.

I hope this rain will end, even just for today. I may never know if I will forever have my sunshine beside me, but all I ask of fate is to let my sun’s warmth bathe me longer, because I am not ready to be back in the freezing cold again.

Dearest fate, I had never in my life interfered with your will, I had let your arms take wherever you desire. You have taken me away of my comfort zone before and flew me to the harsh desert. I never complained. I just let you live my life, though inside I am more like dead.

I accepted everything, as I know you always have a way of picking me up from the rain, drying me up, and even letting me have a cup of warm hot chocolate with marshmallows on top. I will forever let you take me wherever you want me to be, but all I ask of you now is to let the sunshine last, if not forever, just a little longer.