#likerain

[christyannmartine]

She’s in the clouds heavy and dark waiting to fall like rain. ~ Christy Ann Martine 

[samrat747]

#likerain https://www.instagram.com/p/CYb87w1hAov/?utm_medium=tumblr

[itzy-bella-23]

She acts like summer and walks like rain... . . #sheactslikesummerandwalkslikerain #likesummer #likerain (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRP8ybDD-xe/?utm_medium=tumblr

[whitemooncrochet]

I like rain 🌧😋 #likerain #trainingday #whitemooncrochet #belaya_luna (at Ukraine) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_yDJFhJJwV/?igshid=rrd4r97co97j

[nemotord]

Like Rain (part 2)

10 minutes of 2 in the morning, I'm slowly digesting soda crackers (yes, they come in garlic flavor!) to ease the pain I feel in my chest, down to my upper stomach. Yes, I'm guessing it to be Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease (GERD), in common terms, heartburn. But no, my heart isn't burning, yet the sensation of it, it feels like I'm having trouble in breathing for a bit. 

My dearest wife, if you're reading this, please don't worry, I'm taking the crackers on purpose, since it's made with amounts of Sodium Bicarbonate, an antacid. This would dampen the pain brought by the hydrochloric acid (mixed with some chyme), ravaging to go out of my stomach (then through my esophagus), like me after the community quarantine. 

Shucks, I miss going out, especially with my girl. 

Well, if it wasn't for the coffee, I wouldn't have the energy to write this, but uh oh, I won't be thankful for the GERD it gave me. It was 4 hours since we took a cup of it, my love. Even though we are miles apart, we managed to have a coffee date, a cute highlight this 15th of May. 

As for now, the rain stopped. Now, I just finished downloading some sounds to help me relax as I try to sleep after this. Ugh, it's brings comfort when I listen to the sound of rain falling down from the sky. Makes me wonder if the clouds feel the same thing, the same sensation of "ease", like when We urinate after a long day of work. What if clouds are peeing? Oh no, I remembered opening my mouth and trying to catch the rain falling down from the sky, Oh no Ian, you may look gross.

I would like to dedicate this essay to all the people who are inspired by cold events (physically and emotionally), to write. But in my case, I write because the weather is cold. 

I'm glad, that I'm far from the emotional winter I've experienced before. A special woman in my life have already rekindled the flame within me, and now tends the fireplace in my heart, like I am to her. Warmth radiating from her exceeds the capability of this weather to make me shiver.

Here is the part two of her writing, back in the 15th of April, 2018.

Earphones on, now, I'll play the sound that I've got, "an evening hour of gentle rain and cricket sounds". 

Here I go, here I reply.

Like rain,

It is dark, cold, and lonely. Is it, really lonely? Before we answer the question, let us go on first. You looked outside the window but the misty fog covered the scenery, and you can hear the drops of rain, as they fall in the likeness of cars, racing to take another lap, as in the case of those raindrops, they're running to reach the land. 

As you've pointed that the rain go down from the sky, like falling is so wonderful, now, Is it really wonderful to fall? Another question that we shall pass for now. Hence, we continue. You asked, "aren't we like drops of rain?", so eager to fall, to find our destination, to find the right person. You've told us, in a suggestive, not in full affirmation, that falling is the most wonderful thing, the most wonderful feeling, but to fall is not our fault, we can't help it. Their gravity, as you're suggesting a person in our lives, is pulling us, and our stupidity pushes us, you somehow, stated, not sure if you implied. Like rain, yes, we never mind where our destinations would be, we don't care if it is going to be dark or cold, or if we'll end up alone. 

Finally, you said, or if we will just end up falling on the solid ground.

Indeed, such a poem, for you to write, my love.

How is it for me? Like rain? How is it to be like the rain? hmmmm.

A vital part is not just falling down, but coming back up.

I've just found a correlation of seasons, as I've met some girls in my life, as they've lasted before summer. You've told me that you've met some boys, who lasted in the rainy season. The correlation, I think would be, evaporation. The heat brought by the sun, brought the rain that fell, back up to the sky, to be with the clouds, and then to again, fall at the right moment. This may not be scientifically accurate, but to state a point, it's not all stupidity. It's fate.

A vital part is not just coming back up, but falling down.

This essay is written, not to correct the poem, but to rather, to connect it. From correction, into connection. The value of meeting isn't always to correct, but to connect, and like rain, we do, connect.

Like rain, here we find our purpose.

We are, at some point in our lives, are like drops of rain. We may fall in so many places, out of the known, we do. But the beauty of falling, is not hindered by gravity that pulls us down, but the sun that pulls us back up. Lovely for the earth to pull us down from the clouds, to nourish the plants down to the ground, to replenish the soil with water, as time will come that the dirt would run dry.

I remembered when you've told me that you've wanted to be the ground, the soil, and somehow, you feel like you're useless, of just stuck, just beneath. Now, let it be, be the ground, what a lovely soil you are. Why is that? For I will be the seed that will be burrowed in you, and in time, I will grow into a tree to hold you together,so that when the rain comes, you won't just slide and be out of figure, but you're now held by me, who you've been nurturing ever since.

Isn't it amazing, how we are like rain, and the we replenish life back on earth? We may be like rain, going down to the ground, and yes the impact makes us seep down to the sediment, into the dark, maybe cold combination of rocks and minerals, and dirt; But no, it doesn't end there. We flow. We go under the rocks, and into the reservoirs, into then the rivers, the lakes, and sometimes, back into the sea. Yes, we are eager to find our destination, but in time, we will be to where we always wanted. 

For what we've always wanted, is to be directed to the right purpose.

The solid ground is not our end. For we flow, for we are liquid, after all.

Now, we are now with the other droplets of rain, we are now collected again, the sun is out there, again, taking some of us to the sky, then to the clouds, we'll have our chance to fall, again. Yes, like rain, the cycle goes on.

Falling is wonderful, it made me to go to you, and you to me. We both maybe, like rain, fell once into the solid ground, entered the dark, cold, and lonely dirt, but look at now, it's all part of a story how plants grow, how a seed is nurtured into a tree, living a legacy. And it all began, when we fell, down from the sky, to the ground.

Now right back up, we are here, my darling, here in the clouds.

Are you ready to jump back down, and fall again?

Before you close your eyes, you've just said to me, "It really is possible to fall in love multiple times with the same person", and that, melted me. Melted me like the ice, once formed in the clouds, now, I'm ready to fall to you, like rain, as you're my earth, my world, the solid ground that I love.

Like rain, blood is liquid. Like earth, heart is solid.

Like rain, I flowing into you, my earth, Like blood, you, flowing into, my heart.

OH MY GOSH, earth is an anagram of heart.

Just like this, hear my art, just like you, hear my heart.

Like rain, so beautiful you we are.

Shall we fall into each other, again?

Yes, my love, we shall.

Alby once said, "gravitation is not responsible for people falling into love", for love is a choice, and my choice is like rain, to fall into you, every single day.

Like rain we are, like rain, we live.

I've mentioned that this writing has a purpose to connect, and now I connect this to what my wife said to me before.

Like rain, falling and evaporating, "it will always be a good day to try and to keep going".

We keep going. We fall. We Nurture. We grow. Like water, we flow.

- ji

Finished at 12 minutes before 4 in the morning, 137th day of the year 2020. I hope for everyone's safety. Good morning, my dearest wife. I love you!

[isim78]

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[yellowjustyellow]

I wonder if anyone will ever love me.