Waiting in the Rain
Pain. Rain. Raine.
Three words that rhymed. Another wave of pain shot through me, but I didn't cry out.
I couldn't.
I couldn't bear it any longer. I just couldn't.
I wanted him here.
I wanted... wanted...
"ARGH!"
Who was that, making such a racket?
Crystal drops of water rained down upon me, soaking me with their icy wetness. Someone was sobbing. Who was it?
Pain. Rain. Raine.
Where was I?
Why was it raining?
What was I doing here?
It was cold. Very cold.
I was crawling. On my knees.
Where was I going?
Why was I crawling?
There was a building in front. A large stone building. And... what was that? A... lighthouse? Was that the word for it?
Questions. Always on my mind.
Pain. Rain. Raine.
Why?
Because they helped block out the pain.
What pain?
Your pain. The pain in your heart. The pain in your mind. The pain in your body.
Pain in my body?
A shrill scream pierced the air, muffled by the crashing of waves against rock. One by one, they hurled themselves onto the cruel and unforgiving reefs, only to be broken into pieces.
Who's screaming?
Why couldn't I jump to the rocks?
Because of your child.
My child? I don't have a child.
The child you bear at this moment.
Pain. Rain. Raine.
I'm... what?
One question led to another.
You're giving birth.
Why am I giving birth?
Why am I giving birth here, of all places?
Because you came here to search.
Search for what?
For the father of your child. For the one you long for.
Do I remember? Can I remember?
Pain. Rain. Raine.
Thunder growled in the distance. The clouds above released their tears with a vengeance.
Tears... Now I remember.
Can you remember?
Yes, I remember. I remember why I came here.
Someone is crying...
Who's crying? Do you know?
I remember... I know...
Almost there now...
Pain. Rain. Raine.
Another scream. That was me.
I was screaming. Screaming in pain.
Screaming with the agony of being left alone.
Then why were you here? Where were you going?
I was here to look for him.
I was going to find help.
Here to look for him...
Help for what?
Help to ease the pain.
Pain. Rain. Raine.
I was there. Gasping, in the cobblestone courtyard.
Someone was shouting.
Someone was coming... coming closer...
I screamed again. There was the sound of crying.
"Can't... make it..."
I suppose that was me.
"No, no, don't say things like that. Look at your child, isn't he beautiful? Just relax, everything's fine. What would you like to name him?"
A woman. A woman with long black hair. I had long hair too. He used to love my hair.
I had a boy. I hoped by boy would have beautiful hair.
"What would you like to name him?" asked the woman again. She was very kind.
A child born in a storm. Storm... Gale... Squall...
"Squall..."
"Hang on with me now, dear. You're going to be just fine. Come on, let's go inside where there's shelter from the rain,"
"Won't... make... it..."
"Yes, of course you will. Come on, it's just a short distance..."
I pushed her helping arms away, gasping for breath.
"My child..."
She put the little baby into my arms. So beautiful, so brave...
"Lionheart... Winhill,"
I wished to be buried in Winhill.
On the hill... among the flowers...
Where it rained, the day he went...
Where I always waited for him...
The lady was speaking now, quite loudly, but I couldn't hear her.
Darkness... So welcoming...
Waiting in the rain.