HOW COULD I FORGET YOU?

Once again, it is raining, and once again, I feel the urge to go out barefoot, to run through the rain and make paper boats. It seems I still do not understand—or perhaps I simply refuse to grasp—that I no longer have the steadfastness and security of your hand that makes me feel like a child again. And yet, despite this, I cannot forget those rainy days in my hometown when I clung to you, as you held my hand and ran through the rain right there beside me.

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Mrs. NIEVES.

raindrops

Yesterday, it rained all day. There were times when the rain became very heavy with a lot of wind. Then it turned into a gentle drizzle; over which, my thoughts rushed to navigate a mighty river of memories. While listening to music from the seventies, my spirit moved to the streets of my town, to the years of my childhood. To those streets of dust and stone on which I used to run barefoot.

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