𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗥𝗬: "On The Notes of Pitter Patter Raindrops" by Mary Elizabeth Luzon

Published by: Rezy Jyn Veradio

Date Published: August 21, 2023

Time Published: 3:00 PM

Category: Prose

𝘗𝘢𝘵, 𝘱𝘢𝘵, 𝘱𝘪𝘵-𝘱𝘢𝘵.

Against the windowsill, a song started. My ears caught onto the sound it produced. One drop and another created half of a 4/4 beat. The rain’s melody was an inconsistent thing, something so delicate yet not so correct. Still, it came in slow and gentle as a mother’s lullaby.

I heard the song catch a pace. The weather was fruitful of tears the clouds had cried—a collection of notes that ascended to its crescendo. My weary head is in awe of its cadence, it tapping mechanically on the glass as I feel its icy embrace wrap around me. I hear, see and feel its melody engulf my being.

Its melody stopped in just a moment. Just a moment after, I would hear it stop. But through a gap, one I opened, I reached my hand out to feel. The raindrops danced on my skin, a ballet with the grace of crowned swans. With a touch, I exposed myself to the melody outside. I heard it louder then. It sounded so beautiful.

When the song ended, I didn’t notice. I watched each drop pull its body within itself. Its reach to the ground was the act of its falling grace. 

Drip, drip, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘱. 

Emitting from the roof, the rain descended as slow as it started. I lend an ear and hear its fleeting melody. I listened so carefully and wished for the song to never end.

The sun never rose again today. Tomorrow, I hope, it returns–-or maybe it won’t. Maybe it wished to hear the rain’s song again.