SpiritofSaturn
06-11-2016, 09:11 PM
This is my first submission to this site as well as my first time writing something of this nature. Please, tell me what you think and things I could change or add :)
Rain
“Rain. Rain landed on the windshield of my car. That’s what I remember the most. No rhythm to it really, you know how rain is, just the sound of falling water helplessly plummeting itself against whatever. I just watched the water dive bomb onto the glass then roll off. Cast aside. Like me. I remember this heavy pain; the feeling of loss. The three of swords ran through my hand. What a coincidence, I remembered thinking to myself; the universe knew the pain in my heart. It procured my emotions through my tarot cards. Those chances were slim, and yet here I am. It was beyond my comprehension. The rain was still landing; my vehicle had not started. I just sat alone with that card in my hand, peering out into the rainy mist the encompassed me in that moment.”
The man let out a momentary sigh, getting lost in the memories of his past, “I remember thinking, right then, about my potency as a man. Was I not capable, through all of my intents and endeavors to keep the love of my life? Was I so foolish that I had gone and lost something which I might never have again? I remember staying in that spot until the rain subsided. When the rain did stop, I stepped out of my car and fell to my knees and wept. I had lost the love of my life and the rain had stopped. The rain was her favorite.”
“That’s some sad ****! Why would you share that right now?” yelled a voice from the back. The man looked in the direction of the voice, but only darkness followed. There was no one there. The man failed to respond, but still kept looking. Silence penetrated the atmosphere.
“I thought it was a good memory!” this voice was softer, and more distant but familiar. The man searched desperately to find out who was speaking, but he could not see anyone.
“I had to let her go…”, he responded to this voice, “Because she let me go. But, the rain…it always reminds me of how much I miss her.” With every word the man’s voice trembled more. The sadness of his being lived in his tone. He couldn’t help it.
“You sad ****! Get over yourself! Be a man!” multiple voices rang out now, in anger, startling the man. He felt as if he had stumbled a few steps back but he couldn’t tell what was going on anymore. Everything looked like everything, yet everything was in its right place. Still though, no source of noise could be found and now he felt himself crying.
“You are so weak! Get over yourself! It was just one girl! There are more!” This time a tsunami of voices slammed into him. He was sobbing. Crying so hard he fell to his knees and tears rolled off his cheeks and hit the floor like rain; the rain he loved to watch, so he could remember her smile and laugh one more time. He heard the voices laughing. He heard the voices heckling him. Then, he heard the doubters’ triumphant roar; the pleasure to see him choke on his pain. Then, the only the sound was of a man sobbing in darkness.
A wet drop found its way onto the arched back of the sobbing man. Then two drops, then six drops, then eleven until it was a down pour. The man wept as the down pour cried with him. It was cold, and he felt every drop penetrate his back and touch his soul. The rain caressed him and he took comfort for once in crying. He took comfort in what he was; a broken man. He couldn’t be anything else, because he was broken; by his lover. The rain stopped. The crying slowed into controlled breaths, though strained. Suddenly he felt a pressure on his right shoulder. Like a soft hand guiding his hope from the ashes. He jerked his head up in reaction to the touch and to his surprise; a figure emerged from the darkness. It was her and all her beauty. He was in awe. The feeling for want of connection was over bearing. He tried getting up to meet her, but she was already there. She reached out, her lips aimed to land on his lips.
I woke up with eyes filled with rain.
Rain
“Rain. Rain landed on the windshield of my car. That’s what I remember the most. No rhythm to it really, you know how rain is, just the sound of falling water helplessly plummeting itself against whatever. I just watched the water dive bomb onto the glass then roll off. Cast aside. Like me. I remember this heavy pain; the feeling of loss. The three of swords ran through my hand. What a coincidence, I remembered thinking to myself; the universe knew the pain in my heart. It procured my emotions through my tarot cards. Those chances were slim, and yet here I am. It was beyond my comprehension. The rain was still landing; my vehicle had not started. I just sat alone with that card in my hand, peering out into the rainy mist the encompassed me in that moment.”
The man let out a momentary sigh, getting lost in the memories of his past, “I remember thinking, right then, about my potency as a man. Was I not capable, through all of my intents and endeavors to keep the love of my life? Was I so foolish that I had gone and lost something which I might never have again? I remember staying in that spot until the rain subsided. When the rain did stop, I stepped out of my car and fell to my knees and wept. I had lost the love of my life and the rain had stopped. The rain was her favorite.”
“That’s some sad ****! Why would you share that right now?” yelled a voice from the back. The man looked in the direction of the voice, but only darkness followed. There was no one there. The man failed to respond, but still kept looking. Silence penetrated the atmosphere.
“I thought it was a good memory!” this voice was softer, and more distant but familiar. The man searched desperately to find out who was speaking, but he could not see anyone.
“I had to let her go…”, he responded to this voice, “Because she let me go. But, the rain…it always reminds me of how much I miss her.” With every word the man’s voice trembled more. The sadness of his being lived in his tone. He couldn’t help it.
“You sad ****! Get over yourself! Be a man!” multiple voices rang out now, in anger, startling the man. He felt as if he had stumbled a few steps back but he couldn’t tell what was going on anymore. Everything looked like everything, yet everything was in its right place. Still though, no source of noise could be found and now he felt himself crying.
“You are so weak! Get over yourself! It was just one girl! There are more!” This time a tsunami of voices slammed into him. He was sobbing. Crying so hard he fell to his knees and tears rolled off his cheeks and hit the floor like rain; the rain he loved to watch, so he could remember her smile and laugh one more time. He heard the voices laughing. He heard the voices heckling him. Then, he heard the doubters’ triumphant roar; the pleasure to see him choke on his pain. Then, the only the sound was of a man sobbing in darkness.
A wet drop found its way onto the arched back of the sobbing man. Then two drops, then six drops, then eleven until it was a down pour. The man wept as the down pour cried with him. It was cold, and he felt every drop penetrate his back and touch his soul. The rain caressed him and he took comfort for once in crying. He took comfort in what he was; a broken man. He couldn’t be anything else, because he was broken; by his lover. The rain stopped. The crying slowed into controlled breaths, though strained. Suddenly he felt a pressure on his right shoulder. Like a soft hand guiding his hope from the ashes. He jerked his head up in reaction to the touch and to his surprise; a figure emerged from the darkness. It was her and all her beauty. He was in awe. The feeling for want of connection was over bearing. He tried getting up to meet her, but she was already there. She reached out, her lips aimed to land on his lips.
I woke up with eyes filled with rain.