Listen to Rain Sound 

 

It was raining today.  

The wind was blowing and all I could do was sit at my table and ponder.

A girl like you is such a confusing set of questions and answers.

So many times, how many times, too many times, I have tried to ask why.

But I knew that if I said something the mirage would shatter.

So I shut my mouth.

And when you left, I bury love inside the farewell.

Outside the window, the forgotten rain and wind blows in the wee hours of the night.

It’s funny because the rain used to be my favorite.

Because that was how I met you.

I hear familiar songs from the radio.

It’s perfect for thinking about you.

Listen, isn’t this your favorite song?

I’m sitting at my table, staring out my window.

There are two empty cups of coffee.

In this place without you, I fight with loneliness.

I walk alone on the streets.

Did you think it was easy leaving you?

It’s cold and I shivered. Maybe I should go inside.

I go to the café I used to go a lot with you.

But it’s lonely with nobody to talk to so I go to watch a movie.

The film is familiar. I am distracted.

I stare out the window.

I lock even myself in the memories, how about you?

I want to forget everything, remember everything.

This weather, this temperature, this passing wind,

Will I remember it?

I remember this film now. After staring at the screen blankly, looking, not seeing,

I remember.

It was the movie that played that caused your head to drop on my shoulder.

We started talking, and forgot to watch.

Will I be a person to be forgotten like passing by a black and white film?

I’m tired. I can see the dark circles reflected back.

I still miss you as I fall asleep.

But on this rainy night, I cannot fall asleep.

I hear you around me.

Is this sound of the rain your voice?

Is this a sound that calls to me?

I tell myself to stop being sentimental.

You are gone. Long gone and I can never get you back.

Then I wonder what you’re doing.

Are you happy? Are you thinking about me?

Am I the only one thinking of you?

I want to go outside, to feel the rain against my face.

Will this rain comfort me?

I shudder to suppress a sob. Stupid.

Even now, I’m getting emotional over you.

Do you know how I feel?

I keep thinking of you.

I find a pencil and paper. Absentmindedly, I started to draw.

I drew you with a pencil.

It hurts to look at you, even just a picture. I stick the paper out the window.

I see my lines start to blur together and your face became a series of smudged lines.

I erase you with an eraser that is the falling rain.

I draw you out again today, will I be able to erase you next time?

I remember coming home with you that day.

A bright red umbrella, wet and drenched clothes and sneakers.

You snuggled next to me in bed, your feet grazing mine as your teeth chattered.

I turn off and turn on the boiler trying to recreate the warmth.

I’m shivering. Something falls into my empty cup.

I am crying.

What I do, it doesn’t dry. They keep pouring.

Is this how I feel or is it not?

You’re a confusing set of questions and answers.

It’s still raining. Pouring.

On a rainy day, I fell for you.

We used to love each other so much.

Who would have though?

It didn’t seem like we had to do this.

So my heart hurts so much.

My heart hurts.

From the beginning, I held you in the left side of my heart

And you thickly remained.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get rid of you.

When my heart broke, you were still in there.

When I tried to mend it together, using tattered rags and broken string,

You remain as a broken fragment that’s deeply engraved inside.

You pulled me in.

It doesn’t take a mirror to know that I’m crying.

I can feel the tears cascading down.

I think I lied when I said I could live without you.

That was to get you to leave.

I threw away my feelings but I still miss you as I fall asleep.

Are you in dreamland? Will you see me in your dreams?

I’m tired.

But on this rainy night, I cannot fall asleep.

I fling myself out the door and kneel on the lawn.

The water’s falling on me. I welcome it.

Dear sky, please help me.

Your laughter, your shrieks as you stepped into a puddle.

My arms around your waist, the umbrella over our heads.

Please stop this rain so that I can forget her.

Oh no, I feel you again, next to me.

I hear you around me.

Is this sound of the rain your voice?

Is this a sound that calls to me?

I tell myself to stop. Of course it wasn’t you.

You were gone. I bet you hate me.

Am I the only one thinking of you?

I stare out the window.

Will this rain comfort me?

I take a shuddering sigh. This hurts too much.

Do you know how I feel?

Your face flashes across my eyes.

The feel of your lips against mine, the tiniest pressure, your scent.

I keep thinking of you.

Outside the window, the sound of the rain rings.

Your touch, your kiss.

Your dependence on me. The way we can never let each other go.

The rain dripping out of your hair.

The way you smile at me.

I remember the memories of us.

There’s a shattering pain. I started walking.

I can’t live without you girl.

On rainy days, I miss you and our kiss.

Outside the window, the sound of rain rings.

Your careful caress.

The way you hold me.

My dependence on you.

Youngjae, please.

I step out into the rain.

I remember the memories of us.

I want to be selfish again. I started walking.

I can’t live without you.

On rainy days, I always run into you.

 

New style.

This is my "Rain Sound" story.

Keke, something I did for school, thought was cool ^-^

I hope you all liked it ♥