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DOWNPOUR By: gentleflower on 1/2/2003; 11:45 PM The soft gust of wind touched her cheeks… the sun’s face is now slowly thrashing westward giving the sky a gloomy outward show as the dark, heavy clouds form across the vastness of the horizon. The sea ebbs away from the shore. She can now feel the coldness of the arriving darkness. She hears her heart pounds faster and faster as the time draws near. The sky rolls a thunder..she trembles. He’s coming.. she knows it’s him. She never fails recognizing his soaring outline even at a distance. She catches her breath as he walks towards her. Now he’s right in front of her and she’s numb. His face is as serene as ever giving him a peaceful countenance. His perfume blends with the breeze that enveloped the entire surrounding (oh, that perfume!).
He believes that aside from marriage, there exists a special kind of union between a man and a woman. A friendship beyond compare.. She on the other hand, considers the concept of soulmate, a bosom friend. But no matter how unfathomable their discernment to their friendship is, it should be put into a halt. Because both of them know that people around them painted a different color on it and that the persons they love might get hurt. Friendship anyway can be appreciated by heart, she says.. and that they can still care with one another even at far. All they have to do is close their eyes and think of the moments when they still are in touch. By that, the memory lives. In life, people come and go. Sometimes we cannot readily grasp the reason why they came. But in the process of events, you’ll realize that everything has a purpose, has a lesson to learn and wisdom to live by. No more words uttered, each other’s presence had said more than enough. As the lightning strikes and lits the sky, for the last time she stares warily at his friend’s face as if memorizing every details of him. They both smiled to each other but their eyes reflect otherwise. She turned her back on him. That final moment weakens her inside. As she steps away.. the sky begins to drizzle. As she treads another step, she let her tears welling in her eyes roll down her cheeks, together with the falling of the rain.
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