June
Image Credit: Madushanka Bandara on Unsplash Now, as she listens to the low hum of the rain before seeing the falling of a thousand little pearls, she tries not to think about when she first discovered this magic. It's stunning what the mind can latch on to without warning or prior intimation. How a single fact of hearing the rain before seeing it can make the heart race despite having no lingering feelings. Now, as she listens to the rumbling thunder from above, she envisions herself as that little girl turning away, running for shelter as the raindrops skipped merrily on her skin. She longs not for the company she had but for that feeling of carefree abandonment, to turn away without looking back, to wear that smile without second-guessing, and to briefly forget what she was leaving behind. Her eyes fill up with flashes of lightning across the cemetery sky, echoing sparks that existed deep within, once upon a time. Now replaced with...