There would be days, when it would pour without warnings. Halfway home, the sky goes from gray to almost black and a loud thunder accompanies the first few raindrops that fall. Standing under a patio thoughts and ideas pour through my awareness.
I wonder how happy feeling always leaves so fast, how the good times spent becomes everlasting memories, and then you try to find happiness in the minutest of things around, be it a sweet little conversation or greetings over phone, a long thread of comments on FB at midnight recreating your old age life, or be it a night well spent watching movie together and then the unexpected aftermath, the departure.After all it's all like rain, something you can't avoid.
I decided to stand under the patio and be soaked in these memories and wait for the rain to stop, as i knew no matter how hard it seemed, it couldn't rain forever. At some point, I knew, it would come to an end.
