Its Raining

The chatterings of pouring down rain couldn’t wash his tears away; neither did it cool down his heart throbbing with the pain of his daughter’s untimely death. For the first time in his life he hated rain; if it wasn’t for that heavy rain she would’t have met with the accident which took her life away.

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All his good memories are associated with rain and now standing in the hospital corridor looking at the lifeless body of his little girl, he couldn’t help but curse the rain still pouring down.
The numerous times they played in rain, the rainbow chases, the long drives in rain, everything is tainted today. But when he glimpsed the rainbow by the window, he smiled inadvertently  just the way  he smiled when his little girl played with the droplets of rain.

                                   Written for Five Sentence Fiction’s Prompt – Rain


4 thoughts on “Its Raining

  1. Oh! Touching story, Vinitha…
    Nicely expressed! May we all have rainbows.
    Yes, rains extract their heavy prices- accidents, thunder & lightning, floods that kill etc…


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