And it rained again.
Just like it had the night when he had dragged her out of the house. Drunk till his senses floated, he had beaten her and her mother and threw them out of the house. The heavy rain and deep night gulped them in, opening the door to daunting uncertainty. She still remembers every minute of those three hours of deluge, the cruel way water sloshed on them poking fire to the fear inside them. The rain had come and gone away, but they stood undeterred. And now today as she entered their new house with her mother, it was raining again. This time it was more of pleasant and welcoming. Each and every drop fell in praise of the bits of courage and hope that little girl held in her tiny hands with her mother.
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Loved the many facets of rain, and feeling of hope...~ nice work with words ~ Thanks for stopping by. :)x
ReplyDeleteThank you too Humbird! :)
DeleteAh the memories that rain brings to us..
ReplyDeleteThis was lovely
Thank you red handed. Can't believe you dropped in. So happy. :)
Deleteit is true one door closes another opens..
ReplyDeletegood story
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Thank you Bikram. :)
DeleteI liked that it ended with a positive note :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Anmol. :)
DeleteNamrata... I love this entry... it sounds like you are free to live your life better now :)
ReplyDeleteAww Launna! :) you read my heart through the words...Am I that transparent??? Yes! I am off the dark phase now. :)
DeleteRain can be good sometimes. In my country rain is looked at as a blessing.
ReplyDeleteMine too...it's the best thing that can happen to you after hours of office..a sweet surprise always...:)
DeleteN, what a wonderful writer you are turning out to be! May the new showers sprout seeds that for long have dormant remained. May all your wishes come true in time.
ReplyDeleteYou were in a dark phase?
ReplyDeleteThere is always light at the end of a tunnel.
Those few words gave quite an imagery. First time here :) keep writing
ReplyDeleteSo many emotions, all brushed to the surface by those blameless droplets!
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