THE SOUND OF THE RAIN
THE SOUND OF THE RAIN
Friday night, sky is starting to get red, preparing to rain hard above our heads. I got inside the bus, paid and went to the back to sit and get comfortable. This would be a long ass drive until my house.
I took the earphones and the cell to listen to some music and enjoy the quiet ride. There was no one on the bus but me and the driver so it would deff be a good and peaceful ride and right now I just wanted to forget everything about my fucking life. My father who insists in deny me as a daughter even though now I’m 23 years old, a complicated course in college, a six year old broken relationship that took everything I had , including my health and a wish to just get my fucked up life over soon.
I looked outside, and rain started to fall down and chock against the bus window and at the same time this guy using a black hoodies just came inside and sit on the other side of the back seats. I don’t even care if he robs me right now, I feel so powerless and depressed that I would beg for him to take my life instead of preserve it.
This one song started to play, TONIGHT THE WORLD DIES, and it just always gets me, I decided then to put it on loop and just let the tears fall this time. The tears would fall together with the rain, straight to the base of the window. It was hard today to hold on after all the shame that I just went through.
Today, I just couldn’t find strength to study, to read, to fight or to build myself so I just let myself drown even more in the memories and in the problems of my life. All I would do tonight was to let the world take over and let my life run its course.
I was now sobbing, tears started to make my vision burn and I wasn’t controlling at all. It was then that this stranger got closer and put his arms around me. I look up to see who it was but I couldn’t recognize him. I thought about yelling but his arms were a new comfort, completely new, and comfort was something that people wouldn’t offer me often.
“You know… nothing is that bad that it can’t be better.” He said in a low soft voice while I was crying my heart out.
“How would you know?” I asked snapping not intentionally on him.
“Because life works like this.”
I shut myself, trying to stop crying now, trying to calm down and not let him inside. I didn’t know who he was and I’d like to keep people out of my problems.
“You know, I like the sound of the rain. It’s pure, clean, almost like a meditation and salvation to our soul, maybe you should listen to this more.” He said again in a low tone.
This man was now looking dead inside my eyes, like he could read me, paying attention to every single detail in my look. Deciphering me, making me open myself, I couldn’t hide from him.
“Salvation is so near, and sometimes you have to be on your way and stop daydreaming in order to get to reality and see that everything is right where it should be.”
I had no idea that he knew so much about me without ever seeing me before. I was now curious about him. Who he is? Why he reads me right in the open? I can’t hide myself from him?
So many questions and I didn’t had one single answer.
“Who are you?”
“Let’s just say I’m friend, for now.” He said pulling something from his pocket. “If you need to talk call me, here’s my number.” He handed me a card with the name Matt Sanders and a cell phone number and head out of the bus.
Now, I wasn’t thinking about my doubts anymore just in the stranger and in the rain. The pure and silent rain. How did he know I like the rain?
I love this, not the storm itself but the sound of the rain in the window, when everything seems to settle down. The rain drops hitting slightly the window, making their way one by one down the window base. The street lights shine more in my eyes and the world deff stays quiet for a moment. That brief moment of silence is when you realize that nothing else matters but the one. That was the rain he was talking about…
I took the earphones and the cell to listen to some music and enjoy the quiet ride. There was no one on the bus but me and the driver so it would deff be a good and peaceful ride and right now I just wanted to forget everything about my fucking life. My father who insists in deny me as a daughter even though now I’m 23 years old, a complicated course in college, a six year old broken relationship that took everything I had , including my health and a wish to just get my fucked up life over soon.
I looked outside, and rain started to fall down and chock against the bus window and at the same time this guy using a black hoodies just came inside and sit on the other side of the back seats. I don’t even care if he robs me right now, I feel so powerless and depressed that I would beg for him to take my life instead of preserve it.
This one song started to play, TONIGHT THE WORLD DIES, and it just always gets me, I decided then to put it on loop and just let the tears fall this time. The tears would fall together with the rain, straight to the base of the window. It was hard today to hold on after all the shame that I just went through.
Today, I just couldn’t find strength to study, to read, to fight or to build myself so I just let myself drown even more in the memories and in the problems of my life. All I would do tonight was to let the world take over and let my life run its course.
I was now sobbing, tears started to make my vision burn and I wasn’t controlling at all. It was then that this stranger got closer and put his arms around me. I look up to see who it was but I couldn’t recognize him. I thought about yelling but his arms were a new comfort, completely new, and comfort was something that people wouldn’t offer me often.
“You know… nothing is that bad that it can’t be better.” He said in a low soft voice while I was crying my heart out.
“How would you know?” I asked snapping not intentionally on him.
“Because life works like this.”
I shut myself, trying to stop crying now, trying to calm down and not let him inside. I didn’t know who he was and I’d like to keep people out of my problems.
“You know, I like the sound of the rain. It’s pure, clean, almost like a meditation and salvation to our soul, maybe you should listen to this more.” He said again in a low tone.
This man was now looking dead inside my eyes, like he could read me, paying attention to every single detail in my look. Deciphering me, making me open myself, I couldn’t hide from him.
“Salvation is so near, and sometimes you have to be on your way and stop daydreaming in order to get to reality and see that everything is right where it should be.”
I had no idea that he knew so much about me without ever seeing me before. I was now curious about him. Who he is? Why he reads me right in the open? I can’t hide myself from him?
So many questions and I didn’t had one single answer.
“Who are you?”
“Let’s just say I’m friend, for now.” He said pulling something from his pocket. “If you need to talk call me, here’s my number.” He handed me a card with the name Matt Sanders and a cell phone number and head out of the bus.
Now, I wasn’t thinking about my doubts anymore just in the stranger and in the rain. The pure and silent rain. How did he know I like the rain?
I love this, not the storm itself but the sound of the rain in the window, when everything seems to settle down. The rain drops hitting slightly the window, making their way one by one down the window base. The street lights shine more in my eyes and the world deff stays quiet for a moment. That brief moment of silence is when you realize that nothing else matters but the one. That was the rain he was talking about…
It's really nice to read something comforting like this.
Loved it:)
10/16/15