I
must have been nine years old when I first got wet in the rain. I remember it
clearly, the whole scene: me, running through the sidewalk, jumping from one
pool of water to another; and the rain, falling on my head. It was a moment of
such pleasure and joy in which the rain was present. But then came the
consequences – twelve days on the hospital, thanks to a pneumonia that the rain
gave me. Since then, it only seems to betray me.
When you’re nine, you don’t blame the rain for anything
that might happen. But, when you’re twenty and you have a passionate soul for
literature and poetry, which gives such a dramatic and beautiful sight to
anything that happens in your life, seems to make it all easier. If not easier,
at least more poetic.
The rain has been following me in several peculiar
moments and none of those brought me a good outcome, and that leads me to
believe that the rain has been marking all the events that don’t work in any
way in my life. I’ve done plenty of things that, in the moment they were
happening, seemed to be perfect and all that I could wish was that it would
last forever, but then something would always blow it all.
When I stop to think about it, what does the rain have to
do with all of this? I get to the obvious conclusion that nothing, it has
nothing to do with it. Stuff just happen how they are supposed to happen and
the fact that the rain is falling is not something that was scheduled to that
certain point. But getting to use this kind of argument comforts me; it gets me
out of the reality I’m in and puts me into another one, in which there’s the
rain to blame, so I don’t have to blame anyone else – not even me
When you’re twenty, having literature and poetry to
express and to lighten whatever it is that you’re feeling sounds pretty good,
but what about the moment when it doesn’t work anymore? What about when poetry
stops being a part of my soul and it cannot express how I feel anymore? Only then will I know that there’s water is
falling from the skies again. After all, the rain was never my friend anyway.