“Let me take you to the rain,” he said. “I miss you, and you need to get out of bed. I miss your voice and your sweet laughter, and if you’re up to it, we will get tea after.” With his arms he picked me up, brushed my hair and made sure my shirt buttons lined up. You see, in town it was hot with no chance of rain, but he told me to close my eyes and rest my brain. As we drove, I could feel the cool breeze of the mountain air, then the next thing I knew, I heard a sound most rare. The pitter-patter of sweet little drops on the windshield glass, and my nose keen to the sweet moistened grass. Finally, we arrived to our favorite spot. I had low energy but I had to give it a shot. He helped me out of the car and back into the safety of his strong arm. “I promise that you will never know harm... I love you forever, and I’ll be here with you, come whatever.” The rain started falling, and there came my happiness and laughter and sure enough we did get tea after.
This story is of the man I loved most in life. He passed away two years ago on a hot summers night. His place in my heart will never go far, so to him I say this, “Thank you for taking me to the rain. I miss your sweet voice, and your laughter. I will see you again somewhere, in the hereafter.”