Maybe it’s because of the rain, why I’m feeling this unsettling loneliness within the unreachable center of my system. The raindrops are too loud. I could not hear anything except them and my thoughts.

I picture myself as heavy as this rain. Splattering coldness and dagger-like drops everywhere. The wind so strong and determined it could blow off all evidences of a beautiful summer, wipe off all memories of you and me where sun spilled honey on our smiling, genuinely happy faces.

How unbearable things must have been, until finally, I’m able to let things out and hear myself scream and roar and sob wildly, equating to how still and composed I was just few minutes ago. The calm before the storm, as they call it.

And the shouting over the loud melody of the rain. Oh how we try to get to say these things to the other person only to be intercepted by the sound of falling rain. Oh how infuriating, oh how messy, how disturbing!

And then everybody gets the sign; might as well not do anything, not try anything. It is raining; the rain wants to be felt and seen and heard. So for some time, everybody rests and stops and does not disturb the rain. And it is so beautiful, so soothing afterwards.

This is beautiful, yet I am also feeling an unreachable loneliness within me. Maybe altogether, it’s the rain- beautiful and lonely all the same.