As I look up at the sky, I see myself now, hiding beneath the weight of my pain and pretending that what hurts the most will simply wash away, much like these passing drops. The external world became a part of my internal being. Dreary, despaired and lonely... simply, lonely.

I see life as it once had been, bright and vivid in every aspect. It seems ironic, how it all happened on a rainy day. I watched as you turned away, your umbrella greeting me with that sense of conclusion, one that could not be brought back with any form of words. I watched as your silhouette became one with the dark sky.

Life became dull from that point on- nothing had become of interest, and suddenly... everything started moving at breakneck speed while I seemed remained standing still. All time was lost as you continued to walk forward.

I often question myself as to why things happen the way they did. Being in the midst of such a harsh storm reminds me of everything I've loved, as well as everything I've lost. Shame that they're both the same thing. The frigid weather brings a shiver down my spine and the wind blows harshly, almost mocking me and my deep thoughts.

I think to myself, what if I joined the rain? After all, one does not take time to pay attention to every single drop that falls, but in fact, one acknowledges that the rain is there and will be there time and time again. If the rain is not here today, it will be tomorrow. I could be the rain that comes and goes, similar to how you came into my life and then disappeared without another glance. I would be able to wash away your sorrows, much like the rain had washed mine. I could bring you a sense of stillness like I wish I had before. 

But then another thought occured to me. If I was the rain, I also could bring a sense of bitterness, loneliness and pain. That would be the last thing that I would want for you. Perhaps, opting for rain wouldn't be so good for either of us.

However, there is always the sun. What if I became like the sun, surrounding you in nothing but brightness and happiness? I would be the first to see you in the morning and the last to greet you in the evening. Every day, you would look forward to my presence and I would greet you and embrace you in such warmth that you would never want me to leave.

Though rain often comes, the sun never stops shining. Through the dark clouds and the blinding flashes of lightning, the sun will eventually penetrate through its very finite existence and triumph. I sigh and think... Maybe another day will come where the rain will stop and the sun will shine for both of us.