When the sky cries
It's raining. Water pours down as the sky cries for only god knows what. The raindrops slur down the window, each leaving its own trail. On its own path. Just like the people who make their way through the rain, each and everyone on their way to either home, or some other sheltered place. No one seems the be in the mood to be drenched in the sky's tears, thus they run from them to safer places.
Even though the weather is slightly depressing, it's not cold, not even chilly outside. If not for the slight breeze that blows through the streets, I would have said that it was pleasant even. But the hazy breaths of the crying sky press wet clothing onto your skin and let the cold crawl into it. It gives people that little push in the back, that motivates them to walk a little but faster to escape the raindrops.
Yet, because of the sun that weakly shines through the clouds and illuminates the raindrops, creating over a 1000 little rainbows as they fall, it makes me think that the sky isn't crying out of sadness. I don't know how to call the emotion she's crying with, but it makes me want to walk in this rain and smile.
So I do. My umbrella loosely in my hand, pointing towards the ground as I step into the rain. With each step my cloths get wetter and within a minute or 3 I'm completely drenched. People look and stare at me. Turn their heads and wonder, 'why is this man with an umbrella walking in the rain without using it?'
But I won't melt from the rain, and somethings tells me there is something else I have to do with this particular umbrella. So I hold onto it a little bit better and continue my way towards the train station.
When I arrive at the platform the rain still hasn't stopped, and I look around. There is no one there, except for another boy. He looks like my age, maybe a little bit younger. He has light brown-ish hair, big eyes and looks rather mischievous to me. But it simply doesn't show now. He cries, but there is no sadness in his cry. He looks like the rain. That's why I approach him, and without a word I hand him my umbrella.
He blinks and looks at the new item in his hand. I smile at him and nod towards the umbrella.
"It's yours."
Before he can answer or give it back, my trains arrives and turn around to catch it. The doors close behind my back and when I turn around the boy is still there. Safely under my umbrella. He doesn't cry anymore, and it doesn't that me long to realize that the rain also has stopped.
Weeks pass. And I don't meet the boy anymore. It doesn't rain anymore either, so I think it's fine. And slowly I start to forget about the boy who resembles the rain.
Until one day, when I head back from college. I walk up to my platform, and there he is. My umbrella in his hand, his eyes searching for mine and keeping my gaze locked when he finds them. He smiles and hands out the umbrella that looks exactly the same as when I gave it to him.
"It's you."
He smiles and nods towards the umbrella.
My hands reaches out but instead of the umbrella I grab his hand. The umbrella falls and I pull the boy closer to me. My arms firmly around his waist and his hands and head leaning gently against my chest.
He starts to cry. And again, it's the same emotion as when we first met. Again it's like the rain. Maybe that's why I feel another drop or 3 on my head. We both look up, and that's when the rain starts pouring down again. We look at each other and laugh. Tenderly I kiss away the tears and raindrops from his cheeks. He wrinkles his nose a bit as I kiss the tip of it, and that's when it hits me, the feeling the boy and the rain where crying with
It is love.
Even though the weather is slightly depressing, it's not cold, not even chilly outside. If not for the slight breeze that blows through the streets, I would have said that it was pleasant even. But the hazy breaths of the crying sky press wet clothing onto your skin and let the cold crawl into it. It gives people that little push in the back, that motivates them to walk a little but faster to escape the raindrops.
Yet, because of the sun that weakly shines through the clouds and illuminates the raindrops, creating over a 1000 little rainbows as they fall, it makes me think that the sky isn't crying out of sadness. I don't know how to call the emotion she's crying with, but it makes me want to walk in this rain and smile.
So I do. My umbrella loosely in my hand, pointing towards the ground as I step into the rain. With each step my cloths get wetter and within a minute or 3 I'm completely drenched. People look and stare at me. Turn their heads and wonder, 'why is this man with an umbrella walking in the rain without using it?'
But I won't melt from the rain, and somethings tells me there is something else I have to do with this particular umbrella. So I hold onto it a little bit better and continue my way towards the train station.
When I arrive at the platform the rain still hasn't stopped, and I look around. There is no one there, except for another boy. He looks like my age, maybe a little bit younger. He has light brown-ish hair, big eyes and looks rather mischievous to me. But it simply doesn't show now. He cries, but there is no sadness in his cry. He looks like the rain. That's why I approach him, and without a word I hand him my umbrella.
He blinks and looks at the new item in his hand. I smile at him and nod towards the umbrella.
"It's yours."
Before he can answer or give it back, my trains arrives and turn around to catch it. The doors close behind my back and when I turn around the boy is still there. Safely under my umbrella. He doesn't cry anymore, and it doesn't that me long to realize that the rain also has stopped.
Weeks pass. And I don't meet the boy anymore. It doesn't rain anymore either, so I think it's fine. And slowly I start to forget about the boy who resembles the rain.
Until one day, when I head back from college. I walk up to my platform, and there he is. My umbrella in his hand, his eyes searching for mine and keeping my gaze locked when he finds them. He smiles and hands out the umbrella that looks exactly the same as when I gave it to him.
"It's you."
He smiles and nods towards the umbrella.
My hands reaches out but instead of the umbrella I grab his hand. The umbrella falls and I pull the boy closer to me. My arms firmly around his waist and his hands and head leaning gently against my chest.
He starts to cry. And again, it's the same emotion as when we first met. Again it's like the rain. Maybe that's why I feel another drop or 3 on my head. We both look up, and that's when the rain starts pouring down again. We look at each other and laugh. Tenderly I kiss away the tears and raindrops from his cheeks. He wrinkles his nose a bit as I kiss the tip of it, and that's when it hits me, the feeling the boy and the rain where crying with
It is love.