Message of the Rain
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A message from Heaven is what the rain carried.
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Message of the Rain

The clouds were pouring out their soul on Earth. Every intricate tear that descended was part of the sky itself.

The clouds were pouring out their soul on Earth. Every intricate tear that descended was part of the sky itself. It was a fleeting fragment of an eternal masterpiece, drenching the world with its pure beauty. Every delicate drop landed with a small cry.

It created the sky's melody; such was the charm of rain.

William sighed as he stared at the pouring weather. It was raining, again. Sick and tired of the gloomy weather, he shielded himself with an umbrella as he left his house.

A sea of umbrellas greeted the raindrops as they fell with a strangled cry. Some were caught on the them, whilst others landed in the embrace of mother nature.

A sea of umbrellas greeted the raindrops as they fell with a strangled cry. Some were caught on the them, whilst others landed in the embrace of mother nature. Plagued with worries, William paced down the footpath as he wondered about his next project. Too much work and not enough time.

The rain started to get on his nerves as it matched his own anxious heartbeat, agitating him further.

The rain started to get on his nerves as it matched his own anxious heartbeat, agitating him further. As he walked by the park, a figure caught his attention. To be exact, an idiot without an umbrella.

The rain started to get on his nerves as it matched his own anxious heartbeat, agitating him further. As he walked by the park, a figure caught his attention. To be exact, an idiot without an umbrella. It was a girl, and what gentleman would he be if he turned a blind eye?

Huffing indignantly, he quickly strode over to the strange girl and positioned his umbrella, so they were both shielded from the rain.

Huffing indignantly, he quickly strode over to the strange girl and positioned his umbrella, so they were both shielded from the rain. To his astonishment and disbelief, the stranger was not in the very least pleased.

"Sir, what are you doing?" she questioned with an accusatory glare. "You're ruining the moment."

"Sir, what are you doing?" she questioned with an accusatory glare. "You're ruining the moment." "What moment?" William replied, internally embarrassed. "You'll catch a cold at this rate, do you not have an umbrella?"

"You should enjoy this moment," she replied.

"You should enjoy this moment," she replied. "What moment?"

"You should enjoy this moment," she replied. "What moment?" With that statement, she wrenched the umbrella out of William's grasp and sent it tumbling to the ground.

"What's your problem?" William hissed, offended by the rudeness of the stranger. He definitely regretted his choice to approach the girl.

"What's your problem?" William hissed, offended by the rudeness of the stranger. He definitely regretted his choice to approach the girl. He lent a helping hand and was treated with such disrespect!

"What's your problem?" William hissed, offended by the rudeness of the stranger. He definitely regretted his choice to approach the girl. He lent a helping hand and was treated with such disrespect! Utterly unacceptable, he thought.

"I'll show you the moment!" the girl beamed with profound enthusiasm. "Close your eyes sir!"

"I'll show you the moment!" the girl beamed with profound enthusiasm. "Close your eyes sir!" "No, why should I?" he retorted. "You just did something extremely rude and I- "

"I'll show you the moment!" the girl beamed with profound enthusiasm. "Close your eyes sir!" "No, why should I?" he retorted. "You just did something extremely rude and I- " "Please hush!" she spoke. "Close your eyes and listen carefully."

Rolling his eyes, William did as he was told. He was drenched anyways; things couldn't possibly get worse. What did he expect? The rain didn't wash away his stress, his frustration and worries.

It was getting colder by the second as the cold nipped at his skin. Opening his eyes, he sent a sharp glare to the girl who still had her eyes closed.

Just as he was about to leave, a piercing light cracked against the sky before instantly withdrawing with a roar. He flinched, and the girl gently held his wrist.

Just as he was about to leave, a piercing light cracked against the sky before instantly withdrawing with a roar. He flinched, and the girl gently held his wrist. "Can't you hear it?" she softly scolded with a small smile. "The rain creates a beat, it's the sky's melody. Nature's gift. Once in a while, you should appreciate the small things."

A chord was struck in his heart. Appreciate the small things. He had heard that phrase numerous times.

A chord was struck in his heart. Appreciate the small things. He had heard that phrase numerous times. His grandmother had often spoken that phrase, back when she still had breath left for the word. Appreciate the small things, and he had.

Appreciated the small things, and forgot about the big things. His academics, work and projects. Neglected them, and he had paid dearly for it.

Appreciated the small things, and forgot about the big things. His academics, work and projects. Neglected them, and he had paid dearly for it. He couldn't afford to leisurely live like the past again.

"No," he sternly stated. "I can't and I don't want to."

Leaving the strange girl behind with his bitter words, he grabbed his umbrella and ran to the bus stop. The wind clashed against him, almost as if it was attempting to knock him over.

Leaving the strange girl behind with his bitter words, he grabbed his umbrella and ran to the bus stop. The wind clashed against him, almost as if it was attempting to knock him over. Giving up, he folded his umbrella and ran as fast as he could to catch the bus. It was time for him to work.

After another tiresome day, spent with filing reports and documents, he arrived home. His mother was sitting in the living room, wearing a bitter smile on her face.

After another tiresome day, spent with filing reports and documents, he arrived home. His mother was sitting in the living room, wearing a bitter smile on her face. "Is something wrong?" William asked.

"No dear, no," his mother replied. "It's just the anniversary of your grandma's death. I... miss her."

"No dear, no," his mother replied. "It's just the anniversary of your grandma's death. I... miss her." Guilt seeped its way into his heart. How could he have forgotten about this day?

"No dear, no," his mother replied. "It's just the anniversary of your grandma's death. I... miss her." Guilt seeped its way into his heart. How could he have forgotten about this day? "I-I'm sorry," he stammered, feeling awful. "I- "

"What are you sorry for, my silly dear?" his mother gave him a tender smile. "She's in a better place now, don't worry." William frowned.

For the first time, he saw his mother clearly. Her face was worn with age, wrinkles were engraved into her body. Her eyes were weary, and her spirit was frail.

For the first time, he saw his mother clearly. Her face was worn with age, wrinkles were engraved into her body. Her eyes were weary, and her spirit was frail. In her hands, she clutched a dull picture of a young girl. A girl, who looked strangely familiar. His eyes widened, and he gently took the photo from his mother's hand.

It was the strange girl from the park.

"Your grandmother, when she was a young girl," his mother reminisced. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Your grandmother, when she was a young girl," his mother reminisced. "Isn't she beautiful?" Tears started to form in William's eyes, and ran down his cheeks.

"Your grandmother, when she was a young girl," his mother reminisced. "Isn't she beautiful?" Tears started to form in William's eyes, and ran down his cheeks. "Sweetie, is something wrong?" his mother asked, as she reached to hold his hand.

Shaking his head, he embraced his mother and closed his eyes. Outside, the rain was falling. With every drop, there was a symphony. The symphony of Heaven's orchestra.

Shaking his head, he embraced his mother and closed his eyes. Outside, the rain was falling. With every drop, there was a symphony. The symphony of Heaven's orchestra. "Let's dance," he softly spoke, as he tenderly took his mother's hand and swayed to the beat of the rain.

He led her and gently twirled her, watching with boundless delight as the corners of her lips curved upwards.

He led her and gently twirled her, watching with boundless delight as the corners of her lips curved upwards. Appreciate the small things, he most certainly did.

Since when did his mother's smile brighten up the room as if there was no tomorrow? How many years has it been since they last danced together, as mother and son?

Since when did his mother's smile brighten up the room as if there was no tomorrow? How many years has it been since they last danced together, as mother and son? Her delighted features were etched into his mind, every step was ingrained on the floor and each raindrop added to the memories he shared with his mother.

A massive blessing this was.

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