Rain

It’s been raining here since you left. Every night I just think about it. Cause every morning when I go to work I see the fog in the trees and I just realize how strange is the weather in the south.

It was so cold when you deploy. It snow and thank God we have an extra day together. I remember You told me you have this weird feeling like the same one you have right before when you are about to go kicking doors.

I never told you how beautiful was the weather after you left. The same day you left I get stocked in Tennessee. The snow was so horrible I couldn’t believe it. But the very next day all the snow was gone and the trees were cover in ice. I don’t know If it was a mix between the emptiness of not having you and the lost of my uncle Raul at the same time or the beauty of the scene driving back to Augusta.

 But I wear your jacket, I drive your truck, I wipe my tears, I wear your shades…we all make silence and I just drive on…

Since  that day when I go to bed and silence overcome the daily duties I start listening how slowly the rain start falling down. I pray for the ones I love and I kiss them good night one by one. I pray for the ones I love and they are already gone. And for the ones I can’t reach because the distance makes it so hard. During my pray I feel how God make my hart rest in the comfort that every day is a day as he planned. his peace comfort me and I felt asleep. my tears run dry and by the morning they are just mist hidden  in the trees ready to welcome a brand new day. No wonder why its been raining in Augusta every night since that January day.