Remembered By The Rain

Isn't it ironic that as I write this article, it is raining and what's even more ironic is that I've never flirted with rain before. Infact I hate it when the rain touches my skin, or meets me outside of my home, I like to enjoy rain from my window or my bed, like I am enjoying it now, from my chair, although caught in the office, I'll take this over being in the rain, but that is beside the point, this particular rain reminds me of someone I once loved and how she loved me back with every ounce she had.

I like it when it rains, it comes with a feeling of being alone, and being alone for me means being alone with my thoughts and I get to either overthink or really just enjoy the moment that comes with it. When it rains I really get all up in my feels, I never know why, but it just happens. As I sit here scribbling away, I am reminded of my mom, if you know me, then you know I'm not a person that is so emotional, it just doesn't work for me, it is a feeling I feel, but then it's a feeling I have no reaction or expression for. A curse and a blessing.

August used to be my mom's annual leave month, it's why I also take vacations or breaks in August or at least I think August are best for holidays, she used to say, it's a raining month and to avoid being caught up in its brouhaha I'll rather stay at home. It's been raining constantly everyday, for over a week here and I do not even envy people that have to get to work every single day without cars? How are you doing it?

She used to be such a sweet woman, always cared for her "Diva Daddy", saying that aloud made me chuckle, because that was her nickname for me and no one has called that in over sixteen years! Funny how time flies when you are, should I say living or existing now? No cap, I've had great moments in these sixteen years so I guess "living" is justifiable. Momma used to make sure on occasions like this I was fully clothed in my overall sweaters, socks and head warmers, cos if I got cold then I would be sick, and if I got sick then she would have to prick me with her needles as a nurse that she was and I hated being pricked. Maybe that's why I've over compensated with needles over time. These days I'll rather take the needle than do any kind of drug, also I learnt how to Inject myself "just in case".

This is not one of those sad moments of remembrance, this is one of those happy remembrance moments, that speaks of a bond between mother and child, the love a mother has for her daughter brought back by nature's most wonderful blessing called RAIN. This is one of my most amazing moments I get to remember a woman who lived life to the fullest, raised her kids right, but just didn't live long enough for her to enjoy all they had to offer.