rain, won't you wash my sadness away?

it's finally raining.

the days have been very hot, oppressive, depressing even. looking out the window, all you can see is a very thick cloud of haze, glaring in its emptiness, stiffling in its desolation. my head feels tight, my heart despondent. no breath of fresh air, no carefree breeze blowing, the distant is an empty white wall. can't see what lies in the future. feels like the world as we know it.

there have too many deaths recently. too many taken before their prime. so helpless in stopping the ugliness of the world, so impossible in turning back the clock of time.

what do you do with all the sadness that is weighing down your heart? that is like a million tons on your soul, making the days gloomy and the world dull in lustre. their stories call to me, beckons me with a cold clamy hand.

the famous music artiste, the legend of his times, the king of pop. people are already forgetting as we speak, moving on with their lives. how many did he touch during his journey? how many lives did he change? who mourns for him still? he shouldn't have died, but then what was he living for? for whom, for what, for why? another music concert? another performance? or another day in that huge luxurious prison of his?

a young man, barely into his thirties, with one step hovering over a different chapter of his life, never again to know what life has in store for him. i'm not politically inclined and i don't care how this story is or will be twisted into a political weapon, but his demise seem so inopportune, so sad, so tragic. i don't know him, never knew of his existence before his death, and it seems so cold that our paths cross upon his death. a man so simple, being tragically raised from his death to serve the political purpose of others. a life so short, snuffed before he could do many of the things you and i take for granted. a family cries mournfully. a story without an ending.

a few days before his tragic demise, another man, in his early 20s, perished in an unforgiving fire. the only question that stucked in my mind was why. why. why. why. i heard the siren, but being so close to the highway, i didn't give it a second thought. hours later, when all has been said and done, i came down to the aftermath of a very sad scene. a black gaping hole, so black in its emptiness, is all that greets me everytime i leave my apartment.

the thunder just roared. it has been a very long time since i have heard the sky tremble. what was once frightening and intimidating is now comforting, beautiful even. the rain is cleaning everything. yet, there are so many nooks and cranies that it can't reach.

the rain has stopped. so fast it is a memory of the past. the sky is clear again, but for how long. the pitter patter of little drops falling from the corners of the rooftop is a comforting lullaby to my ears.