I stand on my barren shore longing for rain.
Just a few drops would work. Hell, even one would work. A single drop can fuel me to live for a few more days.
I almost forgot to mention that the sea is only a few meters away from me and my barren land.
On most days, I don’t let the waves touch me.
The high tides scare me. They engulf me. The water rises above my head and I can’t breathe. I can’t move for I’m stuck. Very soon, all I can see and feel is blue. Previously, I used to fight the waves by moving my arms in three hundred directions only to realise that I know not how to swim. Now, I don’t even try to swim. I just give in. But, these wretched waves, they don’t take me with them. Minutes after I give up, they decrease in their intensity and go back into the sea only to leave me breathless and half dead.
This is why I try not to go near the sea but on a few days, the sea comes to me and drowns me.
And on a few days, it’s just me waiting for the rain.
I used to think that me and my barren land don’t need the rains but the truth is we all need rains for we all have faced the sea and at some point it has nearly killed us.
So, I wait for the rain and remind myself how to breathe
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