The Dying Rain

I read this great post a while back: Perfect Ending To A Day by a friend of mine, Belinda; aka busymindthinking

It touched me….I had to pay tribute to a much too shortened friendship.

It’s amazing how things can move you….isn’t it?

What’s the point of life if we can’t be moved by others experiences.

Empathy, charity….love and loss.

I am reposting this on A-M’s blog today because she love’s stories about love and life….Hell, she’s Scottish, it’s in her blood….along with .10 alcohol content of dubious vintage.

I hope you like it too….

The Dying Rain


The rain began to patter on the window that looked out over my best friend’s small garden.

I was holding her frail hand, the one with her “green thumb”.

I smile at this…

She always giggled when she told me that she could kill a plastic plant…

I’ve seen it happen.

But now her eyes were closed, her breath labored.

….. today was a good day for her, considering.

She may have been asleep but her fingers gripped mine as hard as she could squeeze.

I could barely tell I was holding her hand at all as weak as she was.

It’s so painful to imagine strength draining away from the strongest person you have ever known.
….like sand in an hourglass.

I laced my fingers thru hers, gripping them a little harder, tracing the veins on the back of her hand with my other fingers.

I can’t believe I’m losing her….

My bestest friend in the whole world is dying………Dying!



I can hear the thunder in the distance, the rain coming and going, the branches of the trees scraping lightly across the panes of glass

In the storm graying light of the small bedroom I turn back into time to think of our lives together.

I have done this more than usual lately….

Six months…..

Too fast…

…..Way too damn fast.

Doesn’t it seem weird that when you are about to lose someone close to your heart, a piece of your very soul, that we start to reflect on our memories of them more, as if though trying to burn them deeper into our hearts and minds….

It’s as if though we are afraid that we might forget something important….forget them?

I look at her face as she sleeps….

She’s so beautiful……..even now.

My flower is fading….


The sun is leaving her eyes.

The rain reminds me that I must not cry……

Cloud tears trickle down, the beads of sky diamonds ornament her window…..

I won’t weep…..Not now at least, she gets upset when I cry.

I sit there, holding my friends tiny hand, staring out the jeweled window as the storm drums the shutters.

The lightning is bright, the thunder is closer….the rain, more insistent…..

I can smell the trees.

I begin the stroll down our memory lane; it isn’t raining here.

There is only laughter, joy and our high school prom.

There is only skinned knees, gum in our hair and boyfriends we shared.



I am brought back from my breaking heart to the bedside when I feel her stir under the blankets….

The thunder moves her.

Her eyes are open and I follow her hooded gaze.

She is looking out the window, watching the storm.

Shadows of the window panes, rain drops and lightning dance across her face…..her eyes.

She is quiet….Still.

Oh so still…..

I notice a small tear running down her pale cheek and across her dry lips…

Reaching up, I wipe the tear away with the back of my fingers.

Suddenly, She grabs my hand and presses it to her lips, holding there for a brief eternity then….she surrenders my hand, along with a tired sigh.

She turns her eyes toward me….studying my face.


She watches as I raise my finger to my lips and kiss what’s left of the tear….

She gives me that shy grin of hers; turns back to the storm.

“Will you do me a favor?” she asks in her beautiful, weak voice; the stormy sky still reflecting in those pretty eyes.

“I don’t know” I say “I’m kinda busy” I grin.

She squeezes my hand again before turning to look at me, her gaze; imploring.

“I’m serious” She says.

My face softens, I will not cry….

“You bet” I whisper, both my hands pressing hers to show my promise.

I can’t squeeze hard. She lives very close to pain that I can’t imagine.

She turns her face back toward the window as the rain dances across the roof, the thunder making the panes tremble….

She says “Think of me when it rains….”


I cannot cry in front of her….

I will not….

My best friend in life is slipping away like a dream, like water thru my fingers….

“I hope it rains forever” I say….

Her eyes are closed now…

Her fingers relax in mine….

“It doesn’t hurt now…” she whispers.

I thank God for this small answer to my anguished prayers.

Then… I knew. Just like that.

“No…don’t go…” I say

I never thought that would be the last thing she would hear from my lips.

If she heard it, at all.

No God….not her….

Not my friend…..

Take me instead, I’ll go.

I’ll go… NOW.

Her heart has finished its toil.

I can’t breathe….

She has gone from me into the storm….

She lives where lightning is born….


Our joined lives continue as memory….

I can cry now.

But, I think it still upsets her…

I will dance in the rain with the memory of my friend, and we will laugh…

I rejoice in the fact that as long as I live, she will be there with me.

She will watch our children grow.

She will watch our children become best friends.

It is time for me to weep for my lovely…

Oh my God, why is it so hard to breathe when I think of her?

I can already hear her voice in my head…

“Cry baby”

I smile….


It’s true….

She’s here…..right now.

After all….. It’s raining.

39 thoughts on “The Dying Rain”

    1. The post of “busymindthinking” hit me in my heart. I could see just see it… “Think of me when it storms”
      Damn near broke my heart!

  1. I can’t tell you how my heart is beating…but how I can’t breathe at all. I can’t tell you about the tears I’m crying…I may drown if I open my mouth. This is absolutely beautiful. This is Cindy and I. I can’t send the hug I’d like to give you; it’s too big to type. Much love, Belinda

      1. My friend, I completely forgot to ask permission and re-blogged it, I was so that okay? If not, I can delete it, without offence, please let me know.

    1. I had no idea…
      I just wanted to write something nice for Belinda. I hoped that when it made me tear up a little bit while I wrote it that she would like it.
      It was beautiful to create.
      I don’t want to say that I’m proud, I want to say THAT is why I love to write. I’m happy it touched her so much, I was just returning the favor.

  2. I lost a best high school friend due to cancer. I talked with her just before she died. This reminds me of my friend. Tears cascade down my cheeks and God is crying too as the heavens open up. This is lovely.

  3. So very beautiful, Trey. Felt as if I could still feel my mum’s hand. Can’t even say more. Tearing up just remembering. A perfect tribute to all our loved ones lost.x

  4. Reblogged this on HedgeWriter and commented:
    The dude in the picture standing in front of the truck has an amazing and beautiful heart…a soulful writer with a tenderness that pierces. Thank you, Trey.

  5. Wow I’m crying here at my desk reading this! Truly amazing expression, tender and raw with emotion! I love where you said I will not cry. I always cry! How could you not with something as touching as this. This happened with me and my Pa so I could feel what you shared here! Blessings to you! 😀

    1. It moved me when I read Belinda’s simple post at first…
      It moved me when I wrote mine in response to their loyalty to Cindy…
      I didn’t cry until after I read her comments…
      Then I knew…
      It was a good day.
      Thx again MM

      1. Don’t we want to touch hearts? I think we all want to feel that feeling like Ya I did something really good! Like a heart smile! Have a blessed day!:)

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