When I walk out the door,

I take a deep breath of the monsoon air. 

This time of the year was my favorite. 

Not just because of the rain but because I got to see him everyday. 

No matter where we were, he was the rays of light that leaked through my summer days. 

 

Listening to his voice was like the soft sprinkle outside the house. 

Soothing. Refreshing. 

It could rain everyday and I wouldn't mind. 

We would stay in that house listening to each other's voices until it was late in the night. 

With every drop of rain, came another page to add to our story. 

He knew everything about me. 

And I knew everything about him. 

 

Once the rain stops, we would go to the park. 

It was our daily routine. 

Something that we looked forward to. 

The grass splashed our legs every time we walked. 

We would lay on the ground forgetting about everything around us. 

Looking up into the sky, I'd try I imagine life without this rain. 

You know what, I've never found a place better than home. 

 

Later on that month, the rain was strong. 

Running through the rain I stopped looked at him. 

I saw my sunshine through the clouds. 

He lighted up my summer. 

He warmed my heart. 

Make-up running down my face, he still managed to make me feel pretty. 

 

The rain brought us together. 

But slowly it tore us apart. 

The night I lost him, I heard the soft rain drops hit my window. 

Looking outside I watched the sunset turn into pure darkness. 

I knew I had to start a new chapter in my life. 

Rain had once brought me happiness. 

And soon it will again. 

One thing I know is that there will be a rainbow at the end of the storm.