Peace in the Rain

Hello my dear readers! Today I’m posting another short story and tomorrow I will be posting again to tell you about my book!!!  I guess I should preface this with I suffer from depression and anxiety and at times things get incredibly hard. Writing these stories, though they are dark, help me through that. Turning my darkness and depression into something that others can enjoy brings me happiness. Anyway, this short story I wrote a while ago from a story prompt I found again on Pinterest. Not sure where it is from, but it was to “end a story/scene with the words I always found peace in the rain.” So here it is! Hope you enjoy!

I make my way through the gray headstones. My suit coat flutters behind me but I don’t feel the wind. I look up and the last of the funeral goers are making their way back to the parking lot away from me.

Good.

No will know I was here.

Clouds darken and mirror the guilt inside me. My burden weighs me down and my steps are harder to take. Finally I reach the fresh dirt marking her grave.

Emily Schwartz. 1992-2008.

A water droplet darkens her headstone and I look at the sky but rain hasn’t fallen, yet. I touch my face and see the tears cling to my fingers, gathering, and falling again on her headstone. My skin is numb. Has been since the accident.

A shout brings me to turn my head and I see Emily’s brother. The way he stalks toward me tells me I should be afraid but all I feel is guilt. He should be angry at me. It’s all my fault. I take a few steps toward him. I’m ready. Punish me for my awful mistake. The mistake that took your sister’s life. I want to say this but my body won’t respond. His red face is shoved into mine and I see his mouth moving but I hear nothing.

Suddenly all I see are the clouds. I hear thunder as my head slams into something, her headstone. I see the rain drops coming at me and hear them hit all around me. I can feel them. My burden is gone, and I realize as everything darkens…

I’ve always found peace in the rain.