The day when it rains, 2025

I was alone that day.
The day when it rains.
I remember that day.
The day when I was confused and afraid.
 
I might die.
I might survive.
What I was sure of is that I was alone.
A long and lonely journey.
 
I know it hurt.
I held myself back from shouting.
I held the grip until my hand turned white.
So many emotions, yet all I can remember is anger.
Bigger than any emotions I felt.
 
I counted the pain, wishing it to end soon.
I remember I cried.
I remember my body was shaking.
I still cry. Sometimes.
 
Nobody knows what I felt that day.
Yet some people will pretend they understand.
No, nobody ever feels that. I wish they didn't.
I wish nobody ever experienced that.
 
When it rains again, I hope it will be different.
I hope You are still there, protecting me as You always have.
Pardon this lowly human, but You are the one and only we can truly rely on.
 
Thank you.
Thank you for letting it pass.
Thank you for protecting me until now.
I believe You made it fair.
I believe You love everyone equally.
Let me be the person who deserves Your love and happiness in this life and the afterlife.
Thank you.