There, I Met You Under the Pouring Rain

zareceerine (55)in #life • 7 years ago

It was an afternoon full of contemplation, marking the exam week. I had a head full of thoughts because I had a subject with a very crucial case. It was a storm in my mind.

However, it happened that I was supposed to go to a place that I have never been to. Turns out, you were also there, on the way to the same place.

There, I met you under the pouring rain--the pouring rain of my life where it was so hard to cope up with life; a moment where my subjects were falling apart, and eventually I felt that my spirit is also failing.

For the second time, you were late. You came through my thoughts but I really do not know why. Suddenly, you passed by my line of sight. I thought it was just because I thought of you. But no, you were really there, catching your breath.

There, I met you under the pouring rain --the pouring rain of my thoughts,simply wondering what you could have been doing at that moment, but you suddenly appeared.

Some time later I got questions in which I got no answers. But you were there to make them, and you also gave the back stories for those answers. One was so detailed that it was something I could not forget, but it was interesting because it was about you.

There, I met you under the pouring rain--pouring rain of information about you where you first talked about yourself. It was a rain that I could still smile about because your countenance carried that enthusiasm as you talked about yourself and something that you loved.

There were days that I was a stress giver and days which I was really down. However, you were willing to talk to me even thought I had no will of waking up the next day.

There, I met you under the pouring rain--the pouring rain of my negativity, but you still upheld your encouraging words and patience in listening and talking to me. There are days in which I still wonder how you managed to continue talking to me despite of all that I aura I had all along. I am grateful for all of that, by the way.

There were days when there were also people around you besides me, and sometimes I wonder if I ever got to be friends with you all the time I had been around. But maybe it was a way to reset my perspective about being a true friend.

There, I met you under the pouring rain--the pouring rain of my issues about our friendship or if you even considered me as your friend, which you reassured me about later on. I have learned lessons that if you are a true friend, you might as well be happy for your friend for the people he is happy to be with. Thank you. 🙂

There were days that we get to eat and discover new places, almost crossing out the maps to find better places to eat, relax or work when it was necessary to work outside the usual places.

Sure enough, it was nearby and going to places was convenient, but one day, it rained. It was really pouring hard. I then wondered if this trip would still happen or would it be cancelled. I wondered, would I still be able to meet you under the pouring rain?

I waited, but expected for you to inform me that this event will be postponed, or for the worst case, it shall never occur. It had never happened before that there was a planned meeting and it suddenly rained. So, I prepared for the worst.

But, there, you informed me of where to meet. I laughed not because of happiness (even though I was glad to meet you), but because you proved me wrong and that you would still be able to meet me under the pouring rain.

So there, I met you under the pouring rain--the actual rain in which I needed an umbrella as every step I took was tested by the wind and showers. Thank you for meeting me under the pouring rain.

To such important people in my life that still manage to make space for me even in my struggles, in inconveniences, through failures, and through life's hardest situations, thank you for meeting me under the pouring rain!