Spring Rain

 

The winter had been rough on the man. Cold gusts of loneliness whipped stinging shards of bitterness against his mind. His thoughts struggled through thick, grey drifts of depression that froze his emotions and injected a slow flowing sense of despair into his veins. His heart became silent and retreated from the hopelessness that was pursuing it. The man was slipping into a soundless black void.
Then the winds stopped.
A timid Spring arose and took tentative steps across the landscape. Silently, life raised the dead. But, the man did not notice. He was beaten down, uncaring. Spring moved faster and gaining in strength, sent healing tears down to lift up the despondent souls that ached for redemption. yet, the man moved lethargically, bent forward under the weight of his mind’s sadness…and still, the rain came down.
Finally, the man’s season of suffering drove him beyond the brink.  He reached an insurmountable wall of melancholy and in a final moment of anguish he ran into the unrelenting rain. He started his pickup, stomped the gas pedal, and charged headlong into the pounding torrent, blind with desperation. Sliding, swerving, swearing, he plunged deeper into the river of exploding droplets that assaulted his windshield. The deluge taunted, challenged, and pulled him along until the man was crazy with an anger that he did not understand.
Then the rains stopped.
The man slammed on his brakes and looked about him. He knew this area, this street…this home. He was parked in front of his ex-lover’s house. Memories of their rise up to the heavens and then their fall down into the gutters of regret caused the man to shake uncontrollaby.
As the truck idled softly he saw a silhouette move to the edge of the front room window and peek through the curtain. He held his breath, not knowing what to do. For a long, tense moment the silhouette contemplated his vehicle…then stepped away from his view.
Then the door opened.
Then the two embraced.
Then the Spring Rain…began singing a gentle melody…and love was born anew.
Take care.         

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April 29, 2009

Awww how touching! Love can kill you and cure you. How many have died at a young age, only to be burried late in life. Glad you are still here and writing. Miss you here. Pray all is well with you and yours. Please don’t wait so long to Bless us with more of your creative picturesque writing. Maybe Spring is helping to get your creative juices flowing again. GBY&Y Smiles Hugs Love

TM
April 30, 2009

Hello my friend! How are you? I was happy to have your visit…anytime. Reading this entry made me realise how much I miss your writing. You are so good at this. So what are you doing these days?

May 5, 2009

The rain has me feeling blue. Or maybe it just brings out the blue that is deep inside of me but only comes out in the rain. My baby is graduating this month. Where has the time gone. Seems like yesterday it was us in caps and gowns. I miss seeing you pull into the drive in your 442. Life was ahead of us then. Now I find myself smack dab in the middle of it. I guess that’s a good thing. Love yu

May 8, 2009

Welcome back! Thanks for your note – I greatly appreciate your feedback. I didn’t see this entry before and glad I got chance to read it. This is very touching, totally immersing, and I will tell you from personal experience – absolutely plausible. Great writing as always MLM. Rob

May 9, 2009

I wish I could write like you. Good one!