The Last Rain

As she opened the glass door of her room's window, she was welcomed by the heavenly scent of wet mud. The same scent that she had been loving ever since she was a child. She chuckled as she remembered her childhood where she tried to re-create the same smell by pouring water onto the soil, only to fail and then finally to realise that it was only the rain that could give that feel and scent and not any water.
Now, even after more than fifty years of that incident, she was still the same rain- loving kid, except that she had now got some grey hairs and wrinkles on her face. Watching the rain had always been her greatest hobby, enjoying the calmness and the soothing effect that it brought.
Every rain reminded her of the day, which had changed her life.

"That's what I am trying to say. I don't want to get drenched because this may be the last rain that I would ever see. I want to see it. I want to see how the rain falls on earth, how the soil gets wet, how the plants look with water droplets on them, everything." She screamed.
"I know you will see more rains, you will." Her friend tried to pacify.
" No, I don't think so. You already know that I have completely lost my vision in my right eye and today, I got to know that I am slowly losing it in my left one too. I don't know how many days or month so have before I would stop seeing you, my parents, siblings or any other thing in this universe." She replied.
"No, nothing like that will happen. You are going to be fine." Her friend tried to instill some courage in her.
"You won't understand. It isn't easy for me, you know. It's becoming really hard for me to cope with things. I wish it was easy. I wish I would end all these. I wish I could keep seeing things." She wept.
She was broken. Anyone would have been. Her life, which was once a perfect one, was completely opposite now. She was struggling, struggling to exist while there used to be time where she lived to fullest.
She used to be someone who never gave up. She didn't give up when her closest friends betrayed her. She didn't give up when she was diagnosed with depression. She fought back, even though it was in the crucial years of her student life, class ten and eleven respectively. But this was a large blow. Having it in class twelve made it more complicated. She couldn't handle it. She  was about to give up.

But she hadn't. Fifty years ago, when things weren't in her favour, she didn't give up. She had lost almost everything that she was good at, her self-confidence, her optimism, her positivity; everything had turned into ashes.
She could have given up. It was the easier option. But she didn't choose that. Instead, she chose to raise from those ashes, just like Phoenix. She chose to fight: fight for her existence, to raise to the position that was far more better than what she was.
It was hard to choose that option, but it was harder to bring it to action. Dealing with something like Auto immune disease wasn't easy. It had changed the entire way that her day would pass. Even the smallest activities would seem like herculean task. Alongwith all these, she needed to boost herself, to keep going.
It wasn't that there were no low - days. But she didn't allow those to be the obstacles in her life. She knew that her dreams had shattered and the shattered pieces pierced the same eyes that had dreamt about them. But instead of letting herself suffer because of that, she chose to dream from each shattered piece and that had brought her to the position, she was today at.
With numerous awards and achievements, filling an entire room in her home, she was a living inspiration to all. She had fulfilled all her dreams now and had everything that she ever wanted from life. The saying, "Where there is a will, there is a way", was proved right in her case.
There still was a tiny fear deep inside her heart, every rainy season, if it was her last rain. But she knew better than to be afraid. Even when her vision started to deplete with passing age, she had decided to face life without losing her spirits.
With only a tiny bit of vision remaining now, she stood up from where she was watching the last rain of the season, to take some rest. Old age and her disease made it difficult for her to go on without proper rest. For some reason, she felt like watching the rain, as she slept. So, she decided to keep her window open. Slowly, as the rain stopped, she too drifted to sleep.
Unfortunately, it became the Last Rain that she would have ever seen. But, kudos to her willpower and positivity, it wasn't going to be the Last Rain that she would feel.