Raindrops
My first oneshot! Probably crappy...Hope you enjoy! ;)
London rain. I knew it so well.
It was the one thing that had been a constant for me all these years, between all that I've experienced.
My mother once said to me, 'Into each life some rain must fall.' It was a quote from some guy named Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Even with all the classics I've read, I don't recognize his name.
There was once a child I'd found, laying cold in the streets.
His name was Alfred. I took him in and raised him to the best of my ability. But he left.
I had a best friend, Francis, he was eccentric yet kind. But he passed away.
What else was there left in this world for me?
Perhaps I, old as I am, will pass away soon as well.
Perhaps I should speed up the process...
"WAIT! Arthur, is that you?"
A familiar voice cuts through my murky thoughts. I turn to see a figure running towards me with a green umbrella.
It was Antonio. One of Francis' other friends. Too cheerful, but not a bad guy, I suppose.
"Amigo, why do you not have an umbrella? You'll get cold!" He continues, looking the slightest bit worried.
I groan. "No duh, Sherlock. But I don't really care. I feel a bit depressed these days is all."
"Well, take my umbrella. I have a spare in my apartment. It's not too far from here."
"No thanks, Antonio." I sigh and start to walk away, when he shoves the umbrella into my hands.
"I insist. Adios, hope your day gets better!"
I decide to just take the umbrella. I opened it and kept walking.
The sky was a desolate gray, matching my mood. I walked into a small cafe nearby and order an earl grey tea. At least this was better than that Starbucks Alfred kept bugging me about. I miss having him around, if I were to be honest. The days we would spend relaxing by the fireplace or racing in the meadow. The nights when he would ask me for stories and to protect him from ghosts. The good old days, however cheesy that may sound.
I sip my tea thoughtfully. Hmm...I should write a poem about this bloody mess of emotions in my head. Writers usually do that, anyhow.
I leave a tip for the tea and go home. Picking up a pen, I began to write. As I finish the last word, I hear a knock on my apartment door.
I open it to reveal...ALFRED?! What was he doing here? I thought he was studying abroad in America!
"Alfred?! What...Why...What are you doing here, of all places? I thought you had left to study abroad!"
Alfred grins, something I hadn't seen in a while. "Oh, just coming over to visit you, old man. Don't worry, I've already finished college. I have a job working with the government, actually!"
"Well, come inside, it's pouring!" I state matter-of-factly.
After inviting Alfred inside, we talked about what was going on in each of our lives, and how we hadn't seen each other in a while and...he said he had to go soon, but I was just glad to see a familiar face again. We had some of my scones, but he choked on one for some reason. Strange. Then we had dinner, and he said goodbye.
The time I spent with him flew by. I guess it's true that time rushes by when you're having fun.
I returned to my poem. It was one of the simpler ones, but quite good nonetheless.
I made a few adjustments, though.
After all, joy should be written even among words of sadness.
And after the rain, there will be a rainbow.
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Raindrops.
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Falling on a cloudy day,
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However, even then hope is not lost,
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For you will find your sunshine
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The light of familiarity
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Of old friends
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And nostalgic past.
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Always.
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It will always shine through.
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~End~