Summer Rain

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© Alyssa | June 2013

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      "IS this the sign?" I looked at the dark gray sky as I let myself soak in the water—and to cover myself from crying. It is 15th of May in the evening and I'm asking for a sign...

Strong wind is blowing, trees are swaying left and right, cars are passing by, and few people are walking on the sidewalk: some are playing; some are walking fast to get home; some are sharing and almost hugging under the same small umbrella.

Where are you?

I wish you we're here to scold me not to get soak in the water.

I wish you we're here to scream at me because of my clumsiness.

I wish you we're here to push me hard because someone can hit me.

I wish you we're here to hug me because I'm a cry baby.

I wish you we're here to save me from my past.

I wish you we're here to kiss me... under the rain.

Where are you?

I miss your laugh. I miss your smile. I miss your voice. I miss your devilish grin. I miss your presence. I miss your hugs. I miss our kiss. I miss the way you talk. I miss the way you make me feel loved.

And most of all, I miss you alone.

But just like Romeo and Juliet, Sun and Moon, Venus and Jupiter... It cannot meet ways.

Our love is like a Summer Rain.

       ...It's impossible to happen.

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