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Have you come by to torment me once again like a thief in the night, pounding at my window, waking me from my sleep, tormenting my heart, adding to my pain? Why? Can’t you just prance away nicely beneath each cloud, with dignity, and move on to someone else who may need you? Why me? Why is it always me? Please! Rain! Rain! Just go away!
Oh, my dear girl, have you learned nothing from the past? How many times have you cried yourself to sleep simply because you had a bad day at school, at work, or at home with your family, your friends, or your lover? I heard you whisper to me in your dreams how you longed for my soothing touch, how you longed for my loyal friendship. Yes - you longed only for me - sweet “Rain” - to come pouring down and bathe you with my succulence as you fell to slumber. Oh dear girl, I did that for you…I cried my eyes out so you would find some peace and comfort in the sound of my unique voice au naturel, while you hid beneath the covers on your bed. I tapped at your windowsill in unison with the wind, and waited patiently until you fell asleep. Then I quietly left you. I answered your call and came by to comfort you through a simple sprinkle or a thrashing outburst of my liquid gold. Now that I have been aimlessly lurking around you because of Mother Nature’s request to bless the earth with my magical touch - so fresh, and so moist in all of its glory; so clear as a mountain spring; and so lovely as a limpid lake, you want me gone! You no longer have any use for me, when I had been with you from childhood to adulthood. Such a sad tale.
Oh “Rain”, what do I need to do to make you move on. Please understand I no longer find your visits and your sprinkle comforting. I have tired of your thrashing outbursts. I no longer desire your damp touch from your moistened presence. You enhance my fear and loneliness as I struggle through my day, or hide beneath the covers on my bed when evening comes. You are always there, without me whispering to you through my dreams. You come uninvited. I do not need you at this point and time in my life. Now I am asking you, please go away and let me be. I now find comfort from the brilliant Sun that warms my soul and kisses my cheeks. I embrace the enchanting Moon that lights my way through every darkness. I welcome the Winter snow that blankets my world with the essence of Heaven, by every snowflake that falls to earth. Maybe one day I may invite you back into my life like an old friend, but today I am begging you to leave me for now.
Very well then. Mother Nature is calling me back, so it is time for me to go. If you do not want me to return, just simply tell me tonight from within your dreams. Let your heart speak to me. I will hear you; but remember, without me there will be no April showers or May flowers. There will be no Summer rain to cool the land. There will be no visit from me at your darkest hour, and I will remain dormant in your life. I bid you a farewell…
… Oh no, what have I done? “Rain” where are you? The Sun is gone, the Moon is bright yet silent, the Winter Snow has not yet arrived, and I long for your visit in my loneliness. I long for your touch and your comforting sprinkle of liquid gold – even your thrashing against my window was music to my ears. I remember now how you were there when no one else was. You loved and comforted me as a child, through adulthood. Please “Rain”, hear me call out to you from my dreams and from my heart tonight. Hear my whisper, hear my voice. I miss you so. I long for your return. Your syncopated rhythm was magical, as you tapped at my windowsill. I slept in peace as you watched over me. You gave me strength to face another day. Please “Rain”, please return to me in my hour of need! Please! You must!
…and “Rain” returned to me, like an old friend, with a sprinkle and a thrashing that brought both joy and comfort to my soul. I embraced “Rain” as I fell to slumber, while “Rain” sang me to sleep with her moistened lips and dulcet voice, once again. She sang a lullaby to me from Nature’s playlist, and I heard a faint echo in my dreams that promised my precious “Rain” would be back tomorrow night and many nights to follow… What a fool I had been, but how thankful I have become.
