23 September 2012
Something I wrote like a (mental note no. 2) when walking back from school. --------------------------------- Rain. The little miserable droplets. Rain only symbolises one thing to me- tears. Those tears that were now pushing their way out of my dark, chocolate eyes. Those tears that I couldn't find a reason to wipe. Those tears that now rolled down from my face like tiny streams.
I didn't know why they came. Was it those nasty, mean looks and comments I catch daily by the school's so called 'pretty girls'? No. That's stupid. Or maybe is it That I'm just being silly? Maybe it's stress? Boys? I had no idea. But the tears kept on pouring like my eyes were two giant wells.
I walked at the slowest possible pace my legs would allow me. Not a soul was outside, well In this weather obviously not. I suddenly wished comfort and warmth, love. At that quivering thought I decided to use up my tank of energy and increased my pace of walking. The rain just continued to drop and splatter my already soaked hair. I wanted home. I wanted comfort. And then I found myself running, the tears drying up, and my heart beating. The warmth of my home called me away from the cold of the outside. All I needed was my home, love and family.
Rain. • Opuss № I