A New Story

I incline my head to the heavens, looking wistfully at the black, cool night sky. The wind caresses my face, going over every feature, then leaving, filling me with a sadness that nobody can understand.

The greyclouds are swollen, and the sky is split by an almighty crack of lightning. Therain begins to batter down, pouring off my face and onto my clothes. Thunderclaps violently and a tree sways dangerously, but I stay planted to the spot.

I have always liked the rain. It reminds me of my brother, carried away by a violentstorm at sea. I think this storm as a sign from him. The rain to me is his tears, mingling with the ones already making their way down my cheeks.
One of the most vivid memories I had with him comes back to me. We were very young. We were playing a game of hide and seek. He came up behind me and grabbed my shoulders. My head jerked up with surprise, and I turned around, only to see his clear blue eyes staring back at me. “Got you Kahna!” he said to me, smiling mischievously.

I turn around, smiling, because I know he is watching over me.