Bloganuary Day 7: Rain

Another day of January, another day of the WordPress Bloganuary challenge. Today’s prompt asks:

Write a short story or poem about rain.

It rained the day after my sister died. Sheets of wet cascaded down from skies above, falling so hard and fast that most people sought shelter indoors.

I did not.

I sat on the curb outside my house, feet planted in the street as water rushed from one end to the other. Drenched as they were, my clothes and hair clung to my frame. I was soaked, but I did not care.

All I could think about was her.

We had made it a point to speak every Thursday, and now she’d never call me again. Never again would we wander into movie theatres without a clue what we’d watch until we arrived.

At every family gathering, I would be the lone sister. No longer one of a pair.

I wished the rain would take me with it on its path down the road. I wished the concrete would open up and the water would take me under. I wished to be swallowed whole.

I wished, but it never happened.

Instead, hours passed and the skies grew dark. I forced myself to gather the strength to push my body upwards, to stand, to walk. One foot in front of the other, I went into my home.

I had to learn to care for myself anew.

The next day, it rained again. This time I sat inside like the rest, sheltered from the storm just beyond my door, while the storm inside my heart raged on.