Rain
A Poem, for My Brother, about My Brother
12/14/07
The pattering on my window pane,
Is the sound of falling rain.
The peaceful rain fell from the sky. Its sound was soothing to my ears and the sensation of it rolling down my face, cleanses my senses. My umbrella slipped from my hands and gently clattered on the sidewalk. Why should we protect ourselves from the rain? As I spun, the pebbles of water flew off, joining their family in the dance of falling. I gazed up into the darkened sky and it looked like the heavens and earth are connected. The rain's harmonious ritual once again brought the heavens a little closer to the ones here on earth. "One day", I said to myself, "One day I will be the angel that spreads the lovely rain."
Tears fall from my eyes
As I watch you leave,
I can do nothing but cry.
The storm of tears never stopped. There was nothing I could do to stop my brother from leaving me. I knew he wouldn't live forever but why did he leave me so soon? The only thing he took was my love and he left only the memories of the time we had with each other. As my tears fell, I wished for him to be by my side, to hold my hand in my time of grief. My tears are a sign that we are bound in a feeling deeper than love. With the force of a hurricane, he was stolen away from me. Lower the coffin sinks into the ground, never to rise again, never to see the rain again. Constantly I brushed the hair out of my face, trying to get one last look before he's gone forever.
Rain falls from my soul
And the bells of heaven toll.
Was it because of the rain? Was it because of the rain that he died? The road was as slick as the devil's tongue and blacker than a Soul Reaper's cloak that night. Death leaked into every puddle, crack, curb and pothole, waiting for the events to unfold. Did Death follow us, stalking its prey? I didn't notice anything was wrong; I wasn't paying attention to anything but the rain. With my heart I danced, waiting for him to call me back, waiting for him to take my hand and stop me.
Like lightning, headlights flashed. The engine and brakes screamed in my ears. Then the water turned red. I ran to his side, crying out his name,
"Sora? Sora!"
'Why didn't you answer?' Cruel thoughts crept into my mind, along with anger and distress. 'I could see you were breathing!'
"Onii-chan! Answer me!" Soon I was soaked, but not with rain or blood, with sorrow and pain. If I had been holding his hand, it would have been me on the road along side of my dieing brother. He didn't move, but continued to struggle for air.
"Don't leave me, big brother! Don't leave me!" Did he hear me? Did he hear me begging him to stay by my side? Begging him, my only family, to live? Or did Death forget to give him the message?
Night after night and day after day
I will think of him while I cry and pray.
As the rain connects the heavens to earth, tears connect two harts. There is no separation when feelings so powerful meet. Our love cannot be severed. My brother was the one who saved me that night and his spirit will protect me for many nights to come. No matter the distance, the rain will keep us together. Shed a tear for me and let the rain fall down from heaven. "One day", I say to myself, "One day I will be the angel that helps my brother spread the lovely rain."
When the rain mixes with my tears
I know that your love is always near.