Light And Darkness

I always wanted to write a story about rains. It could be anything; things that happen in the rain or things that happen because of the rain. Whatever situations it might be, I only want people to remember this story that every time when it rains, they could imagine it and think of it.

Cold, unwelcome drops of water hit his face again. He didn't know what time it is but it's getting late. It was so dark out here. His people used to say that many bad things happen when it gets dark. The light is considered to be good and the dark is evil. If it is so, then why is it that God created both light and darkness? Nobody ever answered that question for him. But he has the answer.

He can feel now that his hands are shaking, the clothes are soaked with water. Rain wasn't on his side today. He used to like it when it rains. He kept on walking to meet the sight of his house. But before he could take another step forward, the house, his house, is no longer of what he could remember. Nothing was ever as before. Maybe they all have been away from here. His family wouldn't be here anymore. He was well aware of that. All that was left are memories.

Though the memories weren't as lively as it could ever be, he is still not so happy with what he is now….

Nonetheless, he has to accept the fact that he has to get away from there as soon as possible. The day is coming in. He needs to find shelter; no, not a shelter from the rain. And he couldn't afford to go inside his old house as a shelter for him from the light. His people were all wrong. No. it isn't the darkness that he's afraid of. God created both light and darkness because of life. And for him, the darkness was his source of life and the evil light will only kill him.