Rain

Rain.

I hate the Rain.

I hate the cruel howling wind. I hate the ugly mourning umbrella parades. I hate the gloomy funeral sky.

Michael, when you left me, it rained.

Translucent beads of raindrops blinded me from the intimidating silent staring of the guardian angels. I strode hurriedly along the stony path. Little wet bullets splattered with every rush steps, staining the threading hem of my worn-out jeans.

I stopped; taking little breaths. The chilly air made my heart spikes painfully. Persevering through the cruel blustery weather, I rested two, three steps every time the wind raged. Counting the blown away bloody petals, I desperately secured my arms tighter, protecting my precious delivery.

I could see a dark figure in my foggy horizon. By heart, I know that relaxed limping posture very well. It had been three years. I decided to wait for a bit. He deserved the honor.

The sweet faint smell soothed my adrenaline. Minding the thorns, I buried my face carefully into the bouquet of damp roses as I walked forward quietly. The soft petals, they reminisced Michael’s gentle touch.

“Raphael?” I called softly.

His lips crooked upwards, smiling faintly. Those sapphire blue eyes glitter watery, overflowing with sad longings. He opened his arms and wrapped them around me lightly, minding my roses. Leaning in, he pressed his cool lips gently on my cheek.

“It’s been a long time, Alex… ” Wiping his blemishing cheeks, he stepped backwards. I bowed my thanks at Raphael, and knelt down to kiss the cold tombstone.

“Michael…”

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this was written 26/4/2010 , yup 2 years ago. i wanted to post my fantasy stuffs but i NEED to edit it.