Some day when they’re mentioned, tears won’t come to my eyes. Some day when I think of something funny they said, the sadness won’t overwhelm me. Some day when I see something they might have liked and pick up my phone to call them, I won’t have to stop and think, “Oh, they’re dead.”
Some day…
There was a rainstorm today. Just a bolt of lightening, then a squirt of rain from the clouds above. Then a downpour. Before I got home, the sun was shining on the other side of the street. I waited for the rainbow, but it never came. Aren’t rainbows supposed to come after the rain? I put up with the rain, where’s my rainbow?
My pharm 3 professor accidentally triggered me today. Stupid gas laws. Can’t the world of chemistry do with out it? Just to make room for my feelings? I didn’t start crying until after I was home. After the rain. Before the rainbow. I’m still waiting for that rainbow.
I called Matt back finally. He didn’t answer. I got his voice mail. I asked him to call me back. He hasn’t yet.
My love song came on at 6:42pm, and I cried over it too. I was tripped at school and fell into a mud puddle. I cried over that. I cried when I got to class and found all my notes were ruined by the moisture. I cried when I took my bag out of the dryer to find the mud stains baked into it.
He sang me my love song during the heaviest rain fall. By the time the song was over, the rain had let up to nearly non-existent. My heart still felt heavy, but my soul had healed.
Today was a day of tears, but it wasn’t sad. It’s one less day of tears I will have to go through. There’s always a rainbow. Even if we can’t see it after the rain.
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I still love this picture. I don’t know why:

Little plastic pig keychain I got at the career fair. They had blue and clear. I picked blue but told myself that I’d take a blue one then come back for a clear one after class. By the time class ended, the clear ones were all gone. Actually, so were all the blue ones. Live and learn.

Sun shines through the rain: