Euxine

Darkness came before Light

They say the rain is tears of the angels. True I suppose, washing away the world’s faults and sins, bringing us sorrow and sadness, leaving innocence and emptiness. For that reason, I love the rain.

I remember when I was a toddler, I once got lost in the park. A storm brewed as my mother came for me. On an empty street, she dragged me home hurriedly.

I rushed toward my destination, hoping to reach it before the upcoming rain could.

I recall, when I was slightly older, just starting to attend school, I was in a vacant field, everyone else had left already. I was to walk home alone. Soft rain drizzled. I threw my awaiting umbrella away and skipped and jumped all the way back. Father had yelled, calling me a careless, idiotic child. I threw a fit about that then. Thinking about it now, he might have still been mourning about mother back then.

Darkness will remain after Light perish

I turned in a circle, taking in the land around me once more. A land full of tombstones, where hundreds of bodies rested. Including those of the ones who gave birth to me.

There was a great storm as my mother’s casket was lowered into the earth. My eyes were still puffy and red from tears of the day before, when she was found in the accident. But, tears came easily that day still, even though I had thought I had already used up all of them. I felt father’s tears landing on the top of my head, along with the hard rain, as the ground was levelled once more. I had thought he had no right.

I put the black and white tulips that they were so fond of on their respective graves, black for father, white for mother.

On the day of father’s burial, it rained again. The angels grieved his death it seemed, cleaning his soul of sins and shadows, which he had many of. I tried to will myself to cry then, but found my eyes clear and dry, despite the dampness around me. Perhaps I was too shocked, or too scared, or maybe I am cold and just cannot find anything to mourn for. That and the following night, I danced in the graveyard while rain poured.

Coldness came even before the Dark

Clouds approached, thunder roared, lighting struck. I danced once more. The rain soaked me from head to toe, sending chills down my spine, and I welcomed it.

With Coldness, you will always survive

I let my tears fall with those of the angels. One last time.

This time, I allowed myself to grieve for father as well, as now it finally dawned on me exactly what this meant. The two most important people in my life, my parents, are gone. I am left an orphan.

I heard the call of “mother” and headed inside. The tears have soaked me. But once it dries, it shall never come again. I won’t allow it.

Now I need the rain no longer. Nothing and no one can protect me anymore. I am alone. I can only need one last thing. Survival.

Rain turned into hail.

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aliceedelweiss

I'm not sure I understood the purpose of the italics vs the bold vs the normal font. what were you trying to convey? I liked it though, once I understood what was going on...the way it was conveyed made it an interesting read.

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They say the rain is tears of the angels

They say that rain drops are the tears of angels. (this just seems to make sense to me more, it didn't flow right they way you had written it) They also say thunder is the sound coming from angels bowling

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But, tears came easily that day still, even though I had thought I had already used up all of them.

remove 'still'

Alice

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zoya_brar

Euxine,
i could relate to this piece in many different ways.. i love the rain.. i love the way it drenches me, washes me... i love my mom like crazy.. and sometimes just feel indifferent about my dad... like alice i too got confused with the italics, bold etc.. but i liked the story... a lot..!