Emotional Rain - Kimberly Pompey (books to get back into reading .txt) 📗

Another rainy day, and I'm home alone, in quietness, while it's raining. There's something about the rain that causes my mind to drift. I drift off to unhappy land, the land where all my hurt and regrets reside.
Dam this rain!!
Is it the quietness that surrounds me?, or the constant hits of rain against the pavement or my windowpanes that causes my mind to wander off to this place that i despise?
When it slightly rains, I try to relax and wait patiently, hoping and praying that the rain stops. But when the sun stayed away, I knew the slight rain would be my company for the rest of the day.
Maybe I'll lay on my couch with a blanket and cuddle up with my favorite book. My chidren are at school and I'm missing them dearly. They give me so much inner peace and love when my heart aches for it. It hurts like hell, when my children see me cry, so I run outside, and hold my head up to the sky, and I cry. The rain camoflauges my tears. Inside my house the phone is ringing, I answered the phone only to learn that a friend of mine was killed last night. There wasn't a motive at all.Can the rain wash away the pain I feel inside at this very moment? I laid down in the street to give it a try. It rained, for five hours straight. My clothes, my body and my soul were drenched. Now I'm hoping and praying that the rain would wash me away. But it didn't, so my body and my pain stained the sidewalk, just like the blood of my friend.

Publication Date: 10-10-2009

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