To Walk In The Rain

A story about months of walking in the rain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

To Walk In the Rain

As the cold rain blew, I kept walking for miles with my petite  dogs walking along with me.  We were a little family and so we were in this healing thing together.  We had to walk this out as a united family. Besides, dogs like to walk, don't they?

 

I carried a big red umbrella holding it over them.  The rain gently washed the warm tears from my face and kindly masked my face as I cried.  I sobbed and sobbed as I walked.  Often pleading to God to end my pain or begging him to strike me dead swiftly with lightening.

 

As the thunder roared and my ire soared, I could yell with hostile anger as loud as I wished to yell.  Hours of walking in the rain is the only thing that eased my pain. Believe me I tried everything.

 

My dogs must have thought that I had gone insane.  For months at night all we did was walk in the rain endlessly.  Only when spring came and the birds chirped at us did the sun dry away all of my tears.

 

Every night we still walked but not as many miles as before, not until we were soaked.  I walked so much that I wore the soles of my tennis shoes out.  But it was all I could do to medicate my pain and sooth my broken heart, to walk in the rain.

 

Thank goodness for the cleansing rain. The constant rain gently holding my shoulders tightly,while consoling and healing me as I walked my frustrations out.  Until, I finally ran out of tears that year. Mother Nature and my dogs really were my best friends that year in the rain.

 

Reviews

[Norma M Sutton]

This is your best work yet IMO. Excellent.

[Robin]

a special story of walking towards the sunshine

[sarah]

I love the rain!!!!

[nono]

Cute picture amazing write. I love it. I love the rain and if I had one wish it would be for the rain to fall every single day. Keep this up I love your work!

[Wondering Mind]

Rain does that. Nicely written.
I can go on and on about rain, meditation, crying, and umbrellas, but I won't

[Akshat♥]

i liked this story...rain is my favourate...
i can feel rain..it feels nice to touch it..
some lines of urs in this story remembers of
the thing i have done during rain...
the flow of this story is also nice..
good job:)

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there is something about crying in the rain and walking out the pain...cleansing the soul..lovely write

[India Brooks]

Walking in the rain is such a meditating thing, I sometimes do it in times I cant express what I feel, in a way I think the rain does that for me. In this you have captured that perfectly, I find it so touching, especially when you say:
"it was all I could do to medicate my pain and sooth my broken heart, to walk in the rain."

So constant and beautiful, I am looking forward to reading much more of your work! You have an incredible talent!!

[SR Urie]

Hey Marie,
The rain washes over the dogs, the feet that carry one away from the past, away from the shelter of aching solitude and memory. The water flows while step by step the poor girl cleanses her soul; leaving forlorn love behind. Brilliant! Great picure, again both spoken and drawn. Funny how I no longer feel so alone any more, you're something else darlin'. BZ