夏天雨

Summer rain. Well, here it never rains in the summer. I wonder why is that? I mean, I guess it makes sense, since it rarely rains, well, ever here. But still, I wish it would. I really enjoy the rain in the summer. It feels, almost poetic in a sense. Unlike other times, in the summer the rains feels more... peaceful. If we were to relate rain to tears, then in any other season it would be uncontrollable weeping. In the summer however, I imagine gentle tears, slowly streaming down to a mellow slight smile. Silent and unexpected, and unless you look at it you would never notice it. But that doesn't mean it didn't happen. Yet, if no one knew or will ever know, then did it really rain? The aftereffects of the rain will quickly disappear--it's the summer after all. And soon after the rain passes, it will be like nothing ever happened at all.

Summer rain. I remember hearing the phrase once; it was from someone who misheard me. But I remember hearing those words during the best time of my life. Not in the summer though. That summer, it rained.