TITLE: The passing Rain

( SHORT STORY)

The scent of the rain when it kissed the earth, had me reminisce the moment where I wept at my
Grandma’s arms when I was 12. The comfort she gave along with this familiar scent that permeates the
air, made me miss her so much. It has been a couple of months when it last rain, until now. The room
welcome the scent of the air through the open window, as I watched the rain pours and touch the soil’s
body. I let out a heavy sigh, three hours more till the end of the class, I already feel exhausted. I turn my
gaze to the current situation that I’m in, the distinct chatter coming from my classmates it made me feel
more drained. “Liam, the class is over. Do you have an Umbrella?” said Oliver, who’s sitting in front of
me. “Crap! I forgot.” “You always forgot, you..old man” He and I have been friends since elementary
and I don’t know why fate’s always pulling us together, nonetheless I’m grateful he’s my friend, he
accepts me as I am. “Well, it’s been a while since I last bathe in the rain, tehee” I let out an exciting
giggle, and I receive a smack in the head. “You idiot! what did I tell you about that habit of yours.
Remember the last time, if I hadn’t went to your house you’re as good as dead!” I can feel the steam
escape from Oliver’s head. “I can’t afford to let you have a fever again!” I only let out a smile, I can’t
protest any longer.

“ Hey how’s your Mom?” I asked Oliver whilst walking on the street heading to his home. My right
shoulder is drenched from the droplets from the umbrellas tip, at times like these I only focused the
umbrella mainly to him I don’t want him to also get wet. “My folk’s alright, she even learned how to
make a pot clay.” “Really? That’s interesting.” As we saunter on the side walk, I realized that we’ve
always been like this, I who always had the advantage of the heights, I am the one closest to the road
and the one to hold the umbrella and I could always see what reactions that’ll be painted on Oliver’s
face each time we had these kind of moments “ Yeah, I was thinking I could paint on the ones she
made.” “ Well, look at you. Being a good son. That’s nice, supporting her.” “ Hmm, I wanted to let her
know that I’m still here you know, that she still have me” His mother just recovered from depression
due to her husband’s affair, because of that incident she had a miscarriage and her body went down as
well as her mental state. But now, after 3 years she gradually recover “ Hey, don’t leave me out. I’m
here too, you can count on me any time” “Yeah, yeah idiot” Not long until we arrived at his house. I bid
hi and her mother goodbye and went on my way.

My sleeves are now drenched in the rain, my shoes are soaked too. These cold rain made me want to
play with it a little, but I remembered how furious would Oliver get if I did that. I felt like melting from
the feeling that engraved in me, the puddles and the dancing tree’s inviting Ahhh… I love the rainy
season. I went on a short cut, because I feel like the winds have gotten stronger. What would I like to eat
for dinner? Hmmm, maybe some pumpkin stew, chicken perhaps? Arghhh I’m craving for something spi
—

“DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING BACK!!”

A woman’s voice. I jolted in the middle of my thoughts and my heart just went straight down to my
stomach. A boy was thrown out of the house in the middle of the street, he’s got bruise on the right
edge of his lips, some violet and red marks in his wrist and all over his thighs. And crap he spat out some
blood. I was stuck in my position unable to move, here I am standing 13 feet away from him and only
the deafening sound of the rain played in the background—it’s like an eternity of pink noise. I can vividly
see his figure in spite of the rain fogging the event. The wet hair compliments his facial structure, his lips
even looks luscious with those crimson colored blood and the white thin shirt exposed those chiseled
figure, I’ve always have a weak spot on men with broad shoulders. Arrghh! What am I doing? Having
these perverted thoughts. I should help the boy for fucks sake. As being bewildered by the situation I
wanted to help, but he started walking like as if nothing happened, he’s really greedy to not pay a slight
glance to me, he just doesn’t care. He can barely walk though. He then sheltered himself in a post where
it has a small high roof, he leaned on it to elude collapsing. Then ensuingly snatch cigarettes out of his
back pocket and smoked. And I see that the cigar still lit despite the dampness. I can’t believe this guy.
Really? He’s injured and all and he still got the luxury to smoke? Perhaps its family matter, so I won’t
dare to meddle. I started to move my pace and until such time I already reached home.

The air is heavy, I can feel it crushing my lungs, I can’t breathe properly. Along with this peculiar room
that is void and nothing but darkness, in all of a sudden someone let out a sound.