DILEMMA OF RAIN

Today is cloudy, so is the feeling in tandem melody of guitar strings that I play.

A flash of light and the roar of thunder, stop my guitar sound. I tried it out, welcoming the rain with a black umbrella.

I ran into the street, watching people run looking for a place to take shelter. Drizzle come, little water droplets into rain.

Then, I heard something whisper, right in the head.

"I was water, so rain transformed. It used to miss, now in hate. I'm going to abuse my arrival!"

I'm looking for where it comes from that voice, left-right, front-back I do not find someone else to talk.

"Rintihku wet body, but not the stalk umbrella," he added.

"Who are you?" I asked softly.

"I never do you consider a blessing! Then came the floods, landslides and all sorts. You're blaming me that brought disaster!" he replied.

Her voice was getting loud, disturbing thoughts.

"Is not that naive. So, what should I do?" adds ask me.

So, I answered aloud.

"Remember, the rain! You need to make other people's lives for the better! That can be through your smile, your laughter, your love, your arrival or departure!"

I also closed my umbrella, I blend with rain.

"You do not need to cry over things that are clearly not your fault!" I say add.

Later, people think I'm crazy to talk with rain.

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Written by Ficky at Wednesday, September 14, 2016