Listening to the sound of rain drops beating on the cobble stone walkway outside the window, I feel my eyelids getting heavier despite the large mug of Colombian coffee I am still holding with both of my palms. I stand up. Open the windows. Perhaps some fresh air will help chase away my drowsiness. I hear some laughter through the now open window. I look outside, beyond the lone Colorado Blue Spruce standing at the corner of the lawn. I see two young girls dashing in the rain, sharing a single umbrella. One of them has just stepped into a large puddle, splashing the other girl with cold and muddy water. They are both giggling hysterically now.
As the girls’ laughter fades away, I find myself alone again on a cool and rainy Sunday afternoon. I don’t know what it is about rainy days. It always makes me feel nostalgic, reminiscing the wonderful times that have come and gone, like the rain drops disappearing into the gaps between each of the cobble stones forever.
All I can think of now is that song. It was her favorite song. I start playing it again and again in an infinite loop on my iPod, hoping to drown out the relentless sound of the rain drops outside.
“... Oh, can't you see it baby You've got me going crazy
Wherever you go Whatever you do I will be right here waiting for you Whatever it takes Or how my heart breaks I will be right here waiting for you ... “
On this rainy Sunday, is there someone out there waiting for me?
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