If I escape the rain with you

When I was very young, I was afraid of rain, but I loved the time after the rain.

This is a kind of freedom. Looking back now, I always forget the reason why there was only one person. At that time, I neither felt lonely nor did I feel that the dangers in the world were always risky. I just wore open-toed sandals and stepped through the calm and clear puddles. The water just reached my ankles. Looking down, I could see a fine layer of sand on the asphalt road. It was the weather after a heavy rain, and it was exceptionally clear. There were no clouds in the blue sky, but rainbows could often be seen.

A child can give himself many possibilities to play. In fact, even today, it is difficult for me to understand where those happy ideas come from.

It’s just that I didn’t escape the rain.

In the rain, what I remember most is riding a bicycle, with my head half lowered, facing the falling raindrops, until I got home, and then in the warmth, I put on dry and comfortable clothes and ate delicious food. . Sometimes, I will be in a high-rise building, just like that song, watching the rain through the glass window, looking at the roof of the building, watching the rain in the sky and the earth like smoke and fog. There was also the lightning and the amazing thunder that was heard while an old Sherlock Holmes TV series was playing on the TV. A man wearing a top hat and driving a black carriage walked on the cold streets of London.

The rain I have seen is not always so clear and cheerful, but it has never really become my enemy.

But after all, I didn’t escape the rain halfway, so I didn’t have any friends to hide from the rain with.

Strangers can also hide from the rain together, but I am always the silent one. Many people will temporarily become conversational partners in the conversation between cigarettes, and time will speed up. I was under the eaves of a corner, listening to the rain, hugging my elbows, and thinking about what I had not yet done. To me, time is just a background sound. When I don’t listen attentively, I can’t hear it; but when I listen attentively, it seems to be just a waste of time. In those days, time did not belong to me, nor did it belong to anyone. It seemed to be just an ordinary river, and anyone could come and go.

Sometimes that’s what people think, but we don’t say it.

We’ve done this together, we’ve done that together, but in the end, the real heart-wrenching part is probably the one that hasn’t been completed yet.

It is true that we have never escaped from the rain together.

So, such a memory was gone.

But I also thought, is it because I lost such a memory that I didn't escape the rain together?

The kite in the sky has a string, but if the string is broken, the kite is still not a kite?

The memory slowly fades away. Although invisible, it never disappears from the earth. Is the shop where I had coffee still open? If I ask this, would you go to that street corner once on your way to get off work? The street lights will not be changed, and the children who run past are still going to and from school. It's just that the old songs that the boss likes will never be released by anyone again.

Those who remember this clearly must have really escaped such a rain somewhere.

I was drinking coffee and planned to write such a thing in a letter, hoping to send it to you.

The best time, other than the best time, is now.

Let’s take shelter from the rain together. If it’s not because of the past, then we should cherish the present.