I could hear the rain gently hit the clear umbrella as I carried my daughter, Talia. I listened to her hum softly as always until I hear her say, "Thank you for making my wish come true."
I couldn't help but smile at her words. Indeed I was making her happy by making her hear the rain one last time. Ever since I could remember she loved the rain. She wasn't scared of storms like most six year old small girls. She enjoyed them. Talia would always hum whenever a storm was here and she enjoyed every moment with it. However, a month ago she had gotten badly ill and couldn't leave our house. We usually took walks every time a storm was there so she could be out in the rain, but she hasn't been able to.
Pretty soon I found out that Talia was on her deathbed. Being her father, I was crushed. Her mother died when she was only three years of age and she did not have any siblings. She was my only child, my only family left. Talia was still my lovely flower in the rain. She just hasn't blossomed yet.
I waited every day for her to get better. I tried everything I could to make her stay as long as possible. Anything to make my little girl live a long, happy life. After a while, it became clear to me that she wouldn't be getting better. She was just getting worse. Talia could hardly walk, let alone walk outside and feel the rain. I felt awful for letting this happen to my precious daughter; whom I love dearly.
I could hear her breathing get slower and much quieter each step I took. Talia was still was humming though as she kept a smile on her small face. I had tears streaming down my face, knowing she was going to die out here. There was no way to make it home. At least she would die in the middle of the storm.
Eventually Talia's breathing stopped all together. I sat down and put her on my lap as I checked her pulse. She was gone. The only one left in my family was gone. I picked her up gently and walked home to bury her. I was going to bury her as it rained, something she loved.