Everything About the Rain ( BED circa 2006 )

Its falling and falling. Falling like how you fell for him . Falling hard and fast and roughly but sweet and lightly and beautiful. Its falling from the sky, far far away up where heaven knows, falling down quick but in a slow motion, before smashing on the ground.

You love the rain. Yes, you really do. Really. It means so much for you. Several moments in your life have been in the rain. Some sad ones and some happy ones. Some sweet ones and some bad ones. Whatever they were, they mean a lot for you. Really. They do.

You remember the time you first met. It was raining then. Oh, it was such a rainstorm because thats how you felt. A complete disaster. Your life was a dirty mess and you met him in a coffeeshop. You were bored and looking for a hot mocha frappe, flipping through a boring cheap thriller book with a pathetic title and unknown author in big golden letters.

What about the time you kissed? Storm. Rainstorm of course.At a party, you saw him there. He was friend of a friends friend apparently. You gave him a smile and he shot a goofy-looking smile back. But then, later on, you caught him in the bathroom to a cute looking guy you did not want to know the name of. Lips glued, arms and legs tangled, bodies swaying. He was kissing the life out of him.
You froze, caught his eye and ran. You ran, ran and ran in the rain. All wet, all cold. You ran till your legs couldnt carry you and the feeling of stupidity broke out. The tears were burning away the coldness from your cheeks. So many emotions were washing you. Sadness, anger, heartache, frustration, you name it. Thats when you felt the slight pressure on your shoulder and the heavy smell of alcohol went up your nose. Him. It was Him, the one with the big H.
*******. Idiot. You refused to look at him and you barely even knew him or even knew why you felt like this and he begged you to forgive him and he barely even knew you. he gave the explanation of why be had been with that guy. Suddenly, stupidity came back again. You felt so stupid. *******. Idiot.

He slowly, very carefully, put his hands around your waist, so gently as if you were going push him away any moment, which you would if it werent for the fact that you had oddly forgiven him. Thats when it happened.
CRASH! BANG! BOOM! Everything around you exploded and you drowned with no mercy. he kissed you. he kissed you! You fell right then, right there, that moment. Nothing would be the same. Nothing.
The days and weeks and months that followed were heaven. Oh so beautiful and sweet love. Roses, chocolate, dinners, cuddling in the couch while watching Peter Pan (your favourite film), dancing, cards, books, kisses, laughter, banana splits in cafés and other lovely stuff lovers suppose to do. Everything was so perfect until devil himself showed up of course and took over. You should have known it was too good to last.

The break-up was very hard to go through but just like the sentence tells, you did make it through. It was in the rain too though. You both went out one day together. Had dinner, some little drinks and dancing, a walk and so on, you know, the usual stuff. You felt it inside you, coming, just like you always do. It was going to rain. You were on your way back home and then she abruptly stopped. he gave you the We-Need-To-Talk-It-Is-Serious-Look. The look that told you everything would change. And then she uttered those three words. Three simple words that did changed everything.
"It is over."

Thats all he said before he turned away. Away from the rain. Away from you. You fell this time too. You fell down to the ground on your knees and cried, the tears making no difference to the rain that fell so slowly and sweet and sad. It was raining just like your emotions and wetting you, leaving you cold and gasping and shivering.Here was no rainstorm that day. Just rain.

This is life, you think. This is happiness. And you couldnt care a damn about anything else