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The street in front of my house has been replaced by a river.

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Rainy day playlist #4

Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. 

- Langston Hughes

While other people’s lives are interrupted by the rain, mine is moving fast forward. The rain motivates me, makes me productive. It’s the best weather to get things done. Just let the smell and sound engulf you, encourage you. 

Perth - Bon Iver

We’ll make it through - Ray LaMontagne

I should live in salt - Ásgeir

Older chests - Damien Rice

Petrichor - Keaton Hensen ft. Ren Ford

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April 7th.

I remeber the day I took my tumblr header image. It was April 7th, 2017. I was walking home from university and it started raining. I love rain and clouds and the smell it brings to my surroundings. I was enjoying myself walking in the rain and I reached the stairs that lead up to my home. It was designed with all these architectural colorful shapes and it had brought joy to the streets. I was overwhelmed by that kind of messy art. I love art. I love the rain and the clouds. Oh! It makes sense now! April 7th. Today is her birthday! For god’s sake I knew this day just wouldn’t be this good for no reason. Man I was happy. Although my phone battery was dying and using it would have made it quicker, I just couldn’t wait 5 more mintues to get home before I upload the picture on my Instagram story. I just had to share my happiness with my small social account community who usually just skip past my posts, at the exact moment I felt it. I wrote “It’s your birthday and it’s raining. Today is a good day.” I remeber a few people thought it was my own birthday, I replied to one of them that today is more special than that! Today is my BFF’s birthday! But I don’t even remember what she said about it. Maybe she didn’t even reply at all… I really don’t remember. I mean, if it was something eye catching, I probably would have remembered, right?

Three years later (2020 while we are all in quarantine) we decided to make her a video for her birthday. I didn’t have a good night sleep for 3-4 nights in a row because I was busy asking her friends around for a quick short video of them wishing her a happy birthday. The idea, or the editing part wasn’t my responsibility but I had to collect about 26 videos from 26 individuals before April 7th and hand them over to another friend of ours so she could edit all of them together to make a complete vidoe so I could show it to her on April 7th, film her reaction and send it to everyone who participated. She was so happy when she saw a friend of hers while she was in South Korea for 6 months, she almost fell off of the rooftop. Silly isn’t it? Im saying it’s silly because at the end, she was really mad at me for not including a few of her other friends, or because the editing wasn’t right, or because we didn’t use the birthday song she liked. To the point I don’t even know if she even kept the original one we made for her, because she really asked for every 26 individual video to edit it herself, the way she wanted it to be. She did thank me, no worries on that but really it didn’t do me like I expected it to.

In 2020, we marked 11 years of a friendship so deep, I think I could never experience with anyone else. But I guess it wasn’t as deep as I thought it was.

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fire 火

It’s cold and rainy

But my soul

It’s on fire

It’s burning so brightly

With passion

But as the rain falls

It’s putting the fire out

Making me melt

I’m falling apart, being put down to nothing but a small ember

But when the wind blows it brings me back up

It sparks something in me

And this time when I catch fire

I’m ready to burn it all

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Thank you so much for this prompt @wichols ! I hope you like what I made of it! And please bare with me, I’m not a native english speaker and I’m really new to writing in english, so it might seem a little bit off here and there.

Rain & Coffee

He was woken up by rain drumming down on the skylight above his bed. Through the veil of sleep that was slowly vanishing he looked up to the gray blurry sky interrupted by tiny explosions everytime a raindrop hit the glass.

A shiver rushed down his spine and he curled up deeper into his blanket. He closed his eyes for another few seconds. Rain had never been bothering him but this morning just the sound of it filled him with an empty coldness.

Sinking deeper into the mattress. Taking a deep breath. The smell of him still wasn’t completely gone and he tried to hold onto it. He heard him whisper in the back of his head.

Warm breath brushing his neck. Short beard hair touching his chin. His Voice, still touched by sleepiness.

“Isn’t the rain just beautiful? I believe… I believe every raindrop tells a story”

A soft kiss right under his ear.

“And maybe one day, one will tell ours…”

He sighed and stood up, burying his thoughts beneath the blanket. Dreams were for the night and he had a whole day to get through.

Yawning, he grabbed a big sweater from his wardrobe and went to the bathroom. His muscles still kind of numb from not being moved the whole night. He stretched and avoided a look into the mirror.

Already freezing again he finished his morning routine as quickly as possible so he could hide in the warm sweater and some sweatpants.

The clock in the kitchen marked 6:23 when he opened the fridge just to close it again. He couldn’t put off grocery shopping much longer. Trying not to shiver too much he filled the percolator with water. Was it colder than usual? Did he forget to close a window? With a glass of ground coffee in both hands he went to check the thermometer hanging on the wall next to the porch door. He frowned. It said inside temperature was 20° Celsius**. Another shiver rushed down his spine and with it another memory.

He felt strong arms wrapping around his chest, keeping him warm.

“The heating company said it could be another hour until someone comes. Apparently a lot of households have no heat.”

His heart beating warm on his back.

“But at least this gives me another excuse to hold you close.”

He still remembered how hardly he had tried to fight off a smile.

“You don’t need any excuses to hold me close…”

He opened his eyes and whiped away the echoe of his own voice. And then he saw her.

She was sitting on his porch in a rattan armchair. Her knees drawn to her chest. She didn’t seem to notice him, facing away, towards the garden. He opened the door

“Linda?”

She turned around.

“Oh. Hi… Hey..uhm…”

Her smile seemed as if he caught her doing something forbidden.

“What are you doing here? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes everythings fine, Good Morning.”

“So why are you here?”

“No reason.”

“Linda.”

“Fine. I woke up very early this morning, like very early and I was watching the rain from my window and then I saw your garden and your porch and it seemed so empty, so I thought I’d come by.”

He wasn’t sure if he liked the direction this conversation was going.

“My garden was empty because I was still asleep, Linda. You can’t just wander around in other peoples gardens… How long have you been here?”

“One… hour.. Maybe two… But, Andrew, first of all you are not other people and you know that. And secondly, your place didn’t only seem empty because you weren’t in it. It was empty for the last few months. And I haven’t seen anyone sitting in this chair for ages and I’m pretty sure it is lonely so I had to keep it some company!”

Oh no, he really didn’t like the direction at all.

“It’s just a chair, it will be fine!”

He had raised his voice more than he meant to and he felt sorry immediately.

Lindas starred at him with an angry sparkle in her eyes.

“I am not so sure about that.”

Her voice was surprisingly calm. And they both knew they weren’t just talking about a chair anymore.

He sighed.

“Look, Linda, I’m sorry. I know I didn’t talk to you a lot recently. How about, you can stay here until you have to go to school, alright? ”

She seemed to think about if the offer meet her standarts. Than she nodded.

“Alright.”

He smirked.

“I would offer you breakfast but I really don’t have anything but crackers..”

“I’ll just have a coffee, thank you.”

He cocked his brow

“Are you sure your old enough for coffee?”

“Of course! It’s not like I’m asking you for a cigarette! It’s just a coffee.”

“If you say so. But if your parents prohibit you to come over if they find out, it’s on you.”

“They won’t find out.”

She grinned.

Smiling he went back to the percolator, filling the strainer with ground coffee, screwing on the top and placing the little metal can on the stove. Linda watched him from the porch door.

“Why don’t you have a normal coffee machine?”

“It tastes better this way..”

Soon the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the kitchen.

“Milk?”

“No, just sugar.”

“Alright, you got it.”

He put everything on a tray and brought it outside to the little wooden table that stood on the porch. He gave Linda one mug before sitting down in the free chair with the other mug in his hands. Warming his fingers, watching how the rain formed a small streem in his salad beds. Linda put one sugar cube after the other in her mug, which made him smile a little.

“Are you sure you like coffee?”

“Yes. But I also like sugar.”

She smiled innocently the way only children can. He shook his head in mild amusement and couldn’t help but notice an expression of pride in her eyes.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Nothing. All is going according to plan.”

“You got a plan?”

“Not exactly. But if I had one it would show these exact results.”

He shook his head again, this time in confusion. He would never fully understand this kid. They didn’t talk much for a few minutes. Both drinking their coffee and lingering in their own thoughts. Linda was drinkig her coffee fast and rather noisy before putting her mug back on the table. Andrews gaze wandered to the cherrie tree whose leaves were hanging down sadly due to the rain. Another memory was slowly making its way from the back of his had into is conciousness but he pushed it aside.

“Do you like rain?” Linda asked into the silence.

“I don’t know.” It was the truth.

“You don’t know?” Linda echoed in disbelief.

“Yes. I…”

Barefoot in the wet grass. Soft hands on his waist.

“I… I really don’t..”

Slow waltz dancing to the sound of the rain falling through the leaves. Cold water running down their faces. His kiss warm and soft.

“I guess… I guess I just.. always liked how much he loved rain…”

He didn’t look at her. That’s it. Now he mentioned him. He had managed to not mention him with one word since he was gone. Had managed to act as if the last 7 years had never happened and now this little girl sat on his porch and broke him open.

She was quiet. It felt like hours in which there was no sound but the rain. Then she got up from her chair, took it and placed it right beside him. He raised his head a little and looked at her. She looked at him with wisdom an eleven year old shouldn’t have.

“So now is the perfect opportunity to find out if you like rain. It is really important to know that, you know?”

She smiled and looked just like a child again.

He blinked away some tears that were starting to build up and nodded.

“You’re right. And you are very clever.”

“I know.” She smiled.

“You know, I am very lucky to have you as my neighbour.”

“Yes you are.” She smiled proudly again.

“Can you tell me a secret?” She asked.

“Only if you can tell me a secret too.”

“Okay.”

“Good. What do you want to know?”

“Why did he leave?”

He gasped at the straightforwardnes.

“He… He had to make a decision and… decisions aren’t always easy. Infact… the important ones are very difficult most of the time.”

He clenched his jaw. Living with the decisions others made wasn’t easy either but for the first time in months he felt like it could get better.

“Now my question. What was your not-exactly-a-plan plan?”

Linda smiled mysteriously.

“I don’t know if I can give you this classified information.”

“Oh, come on!” He laughed and started tickling her. She shrieked in enjoyment and laughed.

“Okay!”

She catched her breath

“After some consideration i came to the conclusion that you are safe to know.”

He smiled at the way she talked.

“I am happy to hear that.”

She cupped her hands around his ear and whispered.

“The plan was to make you smile.”

She grinned and than jumped from the porch onto the wet meadow.

“Gotta go, bye!”

And he watched her running and jumping through his garden towards the low fence separating the two properties.

He shook his head in mild disbelief.

What an eventfull morning this had been.

** 20° C is about 68° F

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