Rain, Rain

Go away

Come again another day.

That was me

Before

Now,

I don't hate the rain anymore.

Now I can walk slow under my umbrella

catching raindrops on my palm.

Close my eyes 

while listening to the melody of water hitting the pavement.

Savor the sight 

of little flowers bobbing up and down with the breeze

of the silver gray skies

of occasional rainbow when it stops.

And I start to wonder why I ever hated the rain.

I don't hate the rain anymore.

And I don't hate Rain anymore.

All because of that handkerchief.

I always keep it with me, hoping that one day, I can gather the courage to approach him.

To return it to him.

To say the "thanks" I should have said before he walked away that day.

But I couldn't.

He is rain.

I am nothing.

Invisible.

Unremarkable.

And this is all I will ever be.

To everyone.

To him.

Still, I couldn't hate Rain anymore.

I don't hate the rain anymore.

I don't hate the rain anymore.

And I don't hate Rain anymore.

I wish I could smile like him someday.

True.

Unafraid.

Free.

I want to be like that someday.

I want to live.

To know what it feels like to face the world without worrying about the future.

Without fear of the unknown.

So, I don't hate the rain anymore.

And I don't hate Rain.

I don't hate the rain anymore.

Maybe that's why 

this time, I forgot to bring an umbrella.

So I wait by the steps, 

looking at the gray sky, 

catching raindrops in my hand.

Shall I run?

Shall I keep on waiting 

until the rain stops?

And I smile.

I smile to myself.

As I am about to take the first step forward, someone says, "I thought you hate the rain?" from behind me.

I turn around and find him giving me a thoughtful look.

Rain.

The boy I used to hate.

But now, not so much.

Or not at all anymore.

To my surprise, I find myself shaking my head.

"No," I answer. "Not anymore."

I begin to leave, but stop when I remember the handkerchief in my pocket. 

I hand it back to him and say, "Thank you... Rain," before running down the steps.

Because I don't hate the rain anymore.

And I don't hate Rain anymore.

Yes.

I don't hate the rain.

And I don't hate Rain.

Now, 

feeling the gentle shower on my face, 

the cool breeze on my face, 

I laugh quietly.

But then, my view of the sky is suddenly blocked by a blue umbrella.

And suddenly, 

Rain is beside me, 

looking at me,

seeing me,

smiling that smile I only used to see from a distance.

"You forgot your umbrella?" he asks, leaning his umbrella towards me. "That's a first."

I feel my brows knit.

How does he know?

How does he know that I always bring an umbrella?

But before I could ask, he says, "Mind if I walk with you?"

"No," I answer him. "I don't mind."

He sighs. "Great."

He looks up.

He smiles at the sky and tells me, "Ah... I'm so glad it's raining today. I'm so glad you forgot your umbrella."

"Why?" I ask.

He shrugs,

presses his lips into a thin line.

"Because if it hadn't rained, I wouldn't have a reason to walk with you."

And I smile.

Because I don't hate the rain anymore.

And I don't hate Rain anymore.

In fact

I think I like the rain.

I like the rain.

I like the rain.

And I...

I like...

I like...

END