It was raining.

It has been three months since it rained. No matter how cold the weather was the past three months, it was the first time it rained again. Funny thing was, it was the exact same day.

She smiled as she remembered. Memories of that day passed her by like towns on the highway. She smiled because she remembered. That was the rain she knows she would never forget, but won't always remember. It was cold. The coldest ever. Yet, she still chose to remember, to let it linger even for a while.

She was walking in the rain, with nothing to protect her. She was looking at the place she once called home. She was looking at those people passing her. She smiled as they all ran for cover. Some took out their umbrellas and gave shed to another. They were enjoying the rain, just like her.

And then she realized, she was alone. She used to be one of those lucky people who gets to share this kind of moment with someone. But at that moment, she had no one. No one was there to share her umbrella with her. She shoved that thought away, for she knew that it wouldn't do her any good.

She smiled again, because even though she had no one with her at that moment, she still feels lucky, because for once in her life, she was able to share those kinds of moments with someone. She continued on her journey, ignoring the people passing her by.

Suddenly, there were raindrops on her cheeks. She looked up. But those raindrops weren't coming from the sky. They were coming from her very eyes. She looked down again. She was afraid that someone might see her. See her like that. And that would ruin everything.

No, she's not pretending, nor faking what she really feels. It's just that she knows that she's stronger than she thinks. She is. She's stronger than the rain. She knows she'll get through it. She believes that she will. After all, there's always a sunshine after the rain. This, too, shall pass.

"This is just a part of it.", she told herself. And with that, her smile brightened up her face again.

That's my girl.

I wanted to tell her that. I have seen this girl struggle with the storm for so long. I wanted to save her. But, I know she can do this on her own. All I can do now is watch her from afar, and so I did.

I saw her look back. I saw sadness in her eyes, but she was still able to smile genuinely despite that. I saw hope hover for a moment. I saw her eyes look up, as if thanking Him for the rain, no matter how much it made her cold.

Her lips moved and said, "Thank God for the rain."

And smiled again as she finds her way home.

Labels: HAPPINESS, LIFE, LOVE

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It was raining.

It has been three months since it rained. No matter how cold the weather was the past three months, it was the first time it rained again. Funny thing was, it was the exact same day.

She smiled as she remembered. Memories of that day passed her by like towns on the highway. She smiled because she remembered. That was the rain she knows she would never forget, but won't always remember. It was cold. The coldest ever. Yet, she still chose to remember, to let it linger even for a while.

She was walking in the rain, with nothing to protect her. She was looking at the place she once called home. She was looking at those people passing her. She smiled as they all ran for cover. Some took out their umbrellas and gave shed to another. They were enjoying the rain, just like her.

And then she realized, she was alone. She used to be one of those lucky people who gets to share this kind of moment with someone. But at that moment, she had no one. No one was there to share her umbrella with her. She shoved that thought away, for she knew that it wouldn't do her any good.

She smiled again, because even though she had no one with her at that moment, she still feels lucky, because for once in her life, she was able to share those kinds of moments with someone. She continued on her journey, ignoring the people passing her by.

Suddenly, there were raindrops on her cheeks. She looked up. But those raindrops weren't coming from the sky. They were coming from her very eyes. She looked down again. She was afraid that someone might see her. See her like that. And that would ruin everything.

No, she's not pretending, nor faking what she really feels. It's just that she knows that she's stronger than she thinks. She is. She's stronger than the rain. She knows she'll get through it. She believes that she will. After all, there's always a sunshine after the rain. This, too, shall pass.

"This is just a part of it.", she told herself. And with that, her smile brightened up her face again.

That's my girl.

I wanted to tell her that. I have seen this girl struggle with the storm for so long. I wanted to save her. But, I know she can do this on her own. All I can do now is watch her from afar, and so I did.

I saw her look back. I saw sadness in her eyes, but she was still able to smile genuinely despite that. I saw hope hover for a moment. I saw her eyes look up, as if thanking Him for the rain, no matter how much it made her cold.

Her lips moved and said, "Thank God for the rain."

And smiled again as she finds her way home.

Labels: HAPPINESS, LIFE, LOVE