A mix of raindrops and tears.....

My clothes were drenched and the maong pants felt heavier on my legs....but I continued walking. I didn't know where to but I kept my pace. Raindrops fell on me, my face dripping wet and worst, the mixture of raindrops and tears left a salty taste on my lips.

I looked up to the sky and wondered when the rain would stop. My eyes blinked for a few times, trying to see if there's any sign of sunshine. Negative. I stopped for a while to see how soaked and muddy my chucks were. I imagine your face in case you see me now...you'll say, "Dirty Baby!!" I begin to smile faintly....trying to recall how we walked in the rain, covered by your small jacket..no matter how wet I was from the rain, it felt warm to be beside you.

I tried to walk a few steps...then looked back from where I began. I figured crying and walking in the rain at the same time gave me an excuse not to look too sad. Nobody will know I was crying. Nobody will know I was lonely, that I was waiting for you....