I was walking down the sidewalk when I got that phone call. She is dead. I felt a sudden urge to scream, but I held back. I turned around and sat on the park bench. I tried to close my eyes and fall asleep. I couldn’t.

If I can’t fall sleep, I can’t dream. If I can’t dream, I can’t cry.

I am worn out, squashed, with a giant hole in my heart. I am all together lost. Then, suddenly it starts to rain. My crumbly, scorched sense gently tries to wake up. The rain goes down my cheek. I stick my tongue out and taste the rain, it is salty. It is not the rain that I I just tasted.

I smile and I cry as I stand drenched in the rain.