When it came, it didn’t trickle down slow and labored like the tears that dribbled down my face, the rain came down with brute ferocity, Its sound drumming fiercely on the roof in excited chatter. lightning forked across the skies and thunder roared in a huge baritone that reverberated through my very being making me shiver as it reminded me of the harsh nature of my fathers temper. I walked slowly to the window and i could tell the rain was here in answer to the earths pain. I could feel the strength it exuded as i placed my shaking palm on the pane.
The usually busy street was deserted, even the old beggar who has made the corner his home was nowhere to be seen. Trees swayed hither and thither, bowing to the brute strength of the rain, it battered the small black kiosk beside the church, its rafter loudly creaked until its tin roof peeled off, flying away, humbled and left at the mercy of the wind.
I cringed away from the window, I thought of the pain that tore at my heart, my shoulders sagged heavily with the weight of a load i didn’t know how to bear.
I grew restless as the tired rain eased. In my seventeen years, never have i felt so at a crossroad. How can i leave so soon when i haven’t even lived. I watched the wind sway the drenched and tired leaves, minutes later they were standing tall and flaunting their beauty again. I watched a lovely rainbow unfurl across the skies in a perfect arc, slowly spreading dapples of beauty over the earth, Its shinning glow seemed to permeate the murky depth of my heart, it rode into my soul like a giddy horse to fire a spark that sent my pulse racing, i stared at the window pane and was shocked to see the trace of a smile eating away at the cobwebs of tired lines crisscrossing my face.
When the tears came this time, I let it fall freely. With it i mourned the death of my youth, the loss of my innocence and my naivety, I walked to my toilet bowl, flushed away every drop of the poison i have held onto for weeks, I opened every window in my room to a new lease of air and life.
As i descended the staircase to the living room where my parents were busy chatting, i rubbed my pregnant tummy, whispered a silent prayer for the life within me and prayed to God for strength to weather the storm that was coming.