Rain and Snow
By like a falling star
*
Can rain and snow ever exist at the same time?
One clear and dewy and cool to the touch, the other hard and frozen and harsh.
On another day, however, there is a reversal of roles.
Rain is wet and slippery and biting, and Snow is soft and fluttery and gentle as a kiss.
Rain and Snow.
The gentle and the harsh.
The ugly and the beautiful.
The sadness and the hope.
Rain and Snow.
They are intertwined.
They are one.
*
The rain stung.
She was cold, ever so cold.
It wasn't from the rain.
Not even from the harsh, harsh wind.
She was cold, and, from within, she radiated a chill.
She was cold, and it all began with her heart.
*
Often, it is the gentlest, most harmless things that hurt us the most.
*
She had never meant it, not a single word of it.
She'd never meant to hurt, not if she could help it.
No, all she wanted was for him to go away. To leave her alone.
Was that so hard?
*
The rain came down in torrents, but the girl felt none of it.
*
Where was he going?
Why was he there?
He did not know.
He only felt the need to protect, the need to give, the need to love.
And so he walked on in the rain, oblivious to the drops of coolness that blurred his vision.
*
A walk at night to clear her head had sounded so romantic.
It was exactly the type of thing young lovers in novels would do.
The stars, the darkness, the uncertainty.
Not the rain. The rain changed it all.
*
He found her.
When he left, he hadn't been looking for anything in particular.
But when he saw her, he knew that she was what he'd been looking for.
Exactly what he'd been looking for.
*
"Tomoyo."
*
"I like the rain." She said.
*
The rain changes everything.
It is the snow; yet it is not.
*
"I like the rain," she had said. There was no need to speak about what had happened that morning.
"I like you," he replied.
"I know."
"And you like me," he told her.
"I know."
She wasn't going to give him answers. He decided to change the subject. "What about snow?"
"Snow?"
"You like rain. Don't you like snow as well?"
*
Rain and Snow.
Twisted into a braid.
Two forms of the same being.
Two halves of a whole.
*
"What kind of question is that?" she laughed nervously. He knew her too well.
"Don't you like snow as well?" he repeated softly.
"Stop asking stupid questions." She snapped. She was hurting him again.
She'd never wanted to, but when he was near, it was all she could do.
"It isn't a stupid question unless you can't answer it."
"You know me too well." She said.
How did he do it? How could he make her feel this way? How could he have the nerve to stand there and make her feel so. alive?
*
"You know me too well." The confession had been surprising.
"I adore you." He told her very openly. "Of course I'd know you."
*
Rain and Snow.
Water and Ice.
A Boy and a Girl.
Two halves of a whole.
*
By like a falling star
*
Can rain and snow ever exist at the same time?
One clear and dewy and cool to the touch, the other hard and frozen and harsh.
On another day, however, there is a reversal of roles.
Rain is wet and slippery and biting, and Snow is soft and fluttery and gentle as a kiss.
Rain and Snow.
The gentle and the harsh.
The ugly and the beautiful.
The sadness and the hope.
Rain and Snow.
They are intertwined.
They are one.
*
The rain stung.
She was cold, ever so cold.
It wasn't from the rain.
Not even from the harsh, harsh wind.
She was cold, and, from within, she radiated a chill.
She was cold, and it all began with her heart.
*
Often, it is the gentlest, most harmless things that hurt us the most.
*
She had never meant it, not a single word of it.
She'd never meant to hurt, not if she could help it.
No, all she wanted was for him to go away. To leave her alone.
Was that so hard?
*
The rain came down in torrents, but the girl felt none of it.
*
Where was he going?
Why was he there?
He did not know.
He only felt the need to protect, the need to give, the need to love.
And so he walked on in the rain, oblivious to the drops of coolness that blurred his vision.
*
A walk at night to clear her head had sounded so romantic.
It was exactly the type of thing young lovers in novels would do.
The stars, the darkness, the uncertainty.
Not the rain. The rain changed it all.
*
He found her.
When he left, he hadn't been looking for anything in particular.
But when he saw her, he knew that she was what he'd been looking for.
Exactly what he'd been looking for.
*
"Tomoyo."
*
"I like the rain." She said.
*
The rain changes everything.
It is the snow; yet it is not.
*
"I like the rain," she had said. There was no need to speak about what had happened that morning.
"I like you," he replied.
"I know."
"And you like me," he told her.
"I know."
She wasn't going to give him answers. He decided to change the subject. "What about snow?"
"Snow?"
"You like rain. Don't you like snow as well?"
*
Rain and Snow.
Twisted into a braid.
Two forms of the same being.
Two halves of a whole.
*
"What kind of question is that?" she laughed nervously. He knew her too well.
"Don't you like snow as well?" he repeated softly.
"Stop asking stupid questions." She snapped. She was hurting him again.
She'd never wanted to, but when he was near, it was all she could do.
"It isn't a stupid question unless you can't answer it."
"You know me too well." She said.
How did he do it? How could he make her feel this way? How could he have the nerve to stand there and make her feel so. alive?
*
"You know me too well." The confession had been surprising.
"I adore you." He told her very openly. "Of course I'd know you."
*
Rain and Snow.
Water and Ice.
A Boy and a Girl.
Two halves of a whole.
*