Watching The Rain

This was written for a Haibun prompt. I’m all for trying new things, the prompt was ‘Torture’


It was as if the weather was an extension of her state of mind; the aura of gloom that enveloped the skyline, the cold bitter chill that seeped underneath. There was always rain, so much rain. She sat in the coffee shop, a table for one, facing the window. She watched the heavens open. Rivulets of water ran down the road splashing knee high off the pavement. She tapped her fingers on the coffee cup to the beat of the rain dropping from the canopy outside.

When he said it was over she’d begged and she’d pleaded. She’d promised to be all he wanted and more and promised to forgive and forget what she saw. He said it wasn’t love, not real love and one day she would see that. But her love was blind and she couldn’t let go. She felt the pain of the barbed wire that tightened across her heart. She felt the loneliness that stung, like salt crystals on an open wound. The coffee was cold but still she drank it.

She saw them arrive and saw his hand touch hers, the hand she once held. She saw his eyes light up just as they had shone once for her. Then she watched his smile curl up at the edges and saw him whisper in her ear. She watched as his palm pressed against the small of her back as he hurried her forward. She had come to the cafe this morning so she could watch them get married.

When love goes away

Those tortured emotions

They drown in the rain

About helenmidgley

Helen Midgley likes to think of herself as a cross between Dawn French and Kate Moss. She has been in the witness protection programme for a number of years and once lived in Brighton as a bearded mechanic called Dave! Her current incarnation is as a part-time Journalism & Media tutor at a small FE College in Yorkshire. She has survived cancer, dandruff and athlete’s foot and has a penchant for black humour and red wine.

7 comments on “Watching The Rain

  1. So sad, but the writing is so lovely. I loved the whole sense of the relentless rain and cold mirroring the woman’s state of mind. Torture indeed. Well done, Helen!

  2. That was really lovely! A storm of emotions, fell down on me as I read it.

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