When will the rain stop?

There will be a story in every person's life that is in tune with nature because there is a
bond between them. They are infinite when talking about. They are infinite when feeling
about. And they are also infinite when fantasizing about. Looking deep into them, one
can recognize everything better. Like nature turns into a carrier and takes the humans to
one overall ride, standing at the doorway and watching the rain pouring outside take her
to where her life has started...

It was a rainy morning. Her heart was hammering in her chest while dreaming of her life.
Nothing big, just craved a typical life, well, as typical as it would get with living in the
fast-paced world. A lovely two-story house in her hometown, with the love of her life and
maybe a kid or two. Maybe even a pet or two. It was what she always wanted, but fate
had other impressive plans to play with her life. Without recognizing anything, she
stepped into the aisle and stood beside her dream man. With his single smile, she thought
nothing was going wrong, so mistaking the scream of thunders as the music to her fresh
beginning and the tears of cloud as ancestors' blessings, she fell into a never-ending trap.
And fate was pleased to regard it. Each day she felt she was lucky, but she didn't know
there was no one unlucky than her in the world. Just as the storm after calm, the air blew
in her serene life to an extreme level and wrecked the ship she had a ride on. Right! She
had been thrown out of her house with her spouse by their selfish relatives. Even though
the earth had many spaces to carry on, there was no space for her to carry her life.

Like drop after drop of rain, the problem had emerged one after one. She was sterile, and
it'd resulted that she was facing so many awful things. Her beating heart became bleeding
heart by the thorns fired at her. The whispers of wind begged her to end the sinful life,
but her heart wasn't ready to leave her husband. She believed everything would be fine
one day. True to her words, not everything but one thing bloomed into her life. Yeah...
She was pregnant after four years. Surprisingly, her relatives got to her feet. And it was
not to hold her feet in the palm of their hand; it was to knock her feet out of balance. Just
as fate laughed at her pitiful state, they also laughed at her pitiful state. How could it be
for a woman to stand up and stay strong with a stomach heavy with a pup?

But she could. And she could do it with all three of her children. Walking on the sand and
stone with bare feet, she climbed up the hills and not to hoist the flag, just to pick up the
sticks and sell them for money to provide light to her universe, which had arisen from her
own flesh and blood. Here, she expected no one's help except her husband's. She was
longing that her husband would hold an umbrella, at least for her children, even if it was
not for her. But her children didn't get that privilege for birthing of her. How the soft,
bright clouds turned into rough, dark clouds when the rain arrived. Likewise, her husband
also changed in the meantime. He took her heart away and broke it into million pieces
before throwing it away. It resulted in her shattered heart whimpering in the dark cloud
and pouring down like tears.

Mistaking the tears of hers as rain, the children danced and swirled around for years. She
also hummed with them without showing the worry on her face. It was all because at
least her children would be happy. The fate which had taken her happiness away didn't
appreciate her thinking, so it revealed the tears behind her fake smile to them. Just for
what she had been scared of, the happiness in her children's life flew away in the air. She
tried to hold its grip, but it was no use. The happiness had gone far away already. Would
fate be happy?

A hand grabs her and squeezes tightly to bring her back to reality. She doesn't have to
look to know it's her son, so she squeezes it back. The thoughts are washed away by the
rain and deposited on the roads as puddles in front of her. She doesn't know what to say
because it's an unfinishable story. She looks up at the sky where the cloud has still
darkened and expects the sunrise. It feels like the sun is somewhere in there, but...

"When will the rain stop?"

Her son's voice echoes in her ear and makes her turn to give him a poignant smile before
she stares back at the rain with tears well up in her eyes. His question keeps repeating in
her mind because she is also asking the same to herself for several years, but she hasn't
figured out the answer. Do we know?