A Happy Memory of a Rain

I hate the rain. It brings negative vibe which whispers to my ears a sad song. The idea of facing a rainy day makes me uncomfortable. I was like a crazy person who constantly injects the idea of being okay while walking in the middle of the road while the rain pours down on my head and chills me to the bones. But still, there I was, smiling and seems like inviting the sadness of heavens to pour down on me.

As I was listening to the sad song of the rain, I was thinking of the happiness of my block mates upon learning about the suspended classes. For an instance, I realized that sometimes, the rain may also bring happiness. And so, this question occurred to me: Do I have a happy rain?

I was internalizing all the data in my mind, reminisce all the possible memories, collecting all the information about me, pricking and pinching every veins and memory storing devices, until I got across a memory of a happy rain.

I was walking in the middle of the street, just like what I always do for I have no choice but to do it, during a rainy day. But, I was not walking alone, I was with a girl whom I really like, but she doesn't know, (I never had the nerve to tell her). I was ashamed of myself that time for I don't have an umbrella or at least something which would protect her from the pouring rain. But, as I look at her pretty face, she was smiling and has no traces of being angry or any negative feeling. She's just walking with me, laugh with my jokes, and play around with me in the middle of the rain. That was the best memory of rain. But, it never happened again. That’s the sad part of it. Therefore, rain really brings sadness directly or indirectly. In fact, tears would want to unleash as I was thinking of that memory. Yes, I was happy that time, but, the reality that it will never happen again makes me feel sad.

WHY DOES THE HEAVEN’S TEARS KEEP ON UNLEASHING AND UNLEASHING?
WHY DOES THE CLOUDS KEEP ON CRACKING AND CRACKING?
AND THE LIGHTNING, WHY DOES IT KEEP ON ROARING AND ROARING?
THE SYMPHONY IS HERE, KEEP ON SINGING AND SINGING,
THE SAD SONG, I WISH I COULD STOP HEARING AND HEARING.