When I was a child I used to play a game. I would sit under the tree outside school or perch myself on one of the swings at the playground, and see how long it was before anyone noticed I was there.
Sometimes I sat for hours, just waiting.
And eventually, somebody would give me a look or glance, and the game was over.
But on the days that it rained, days where water poured from the Heavens, my game was different. It wasn't even a game then.
I just…I wanted someone to answer the question always burning through my mind on those cold, wet days.
If I sat out in the rain, would anyone notice?
Out in the downpour, there was only me. Just me, the rain, and my question.
And no one noticed; no one came. I was left alone, usually for hours before the numbing cold finally drove me into the shelter of home.
Looking back, and remembering that feeling of total isolation, I realize now that if things had continued that way, I probably would have committed suicide.
Now though, I have friends, no family. I've found the place I belong.
And my rainy day question has an answer.
If I sat out in the rain, my friends would notice.
And they would come and sit with me.