It rained this afternoon. Quite heavy rain with thunders and lightning.
And it reminded me of Gin. Gin was terrified of rainy days.
Before the rain fell, when the sky turned dark, when there are slight sounds of thunder, she would be at my side shivering and trembling.
I missed that. Now rainy days seems so peaceful, without her scrambling about in fear.
On the morning she died, the sky was dark and there were faint sounds of thunder. She was as usual waiting outside the bedroom gate for me. That was the last time.
But the thunder passed. It did not rain that day.
I thought of her as it rained dogs and cats this afternoon. But I did not cry. Nor feel teary.
I just felt sad. How I missed my Gin.
And it reminded me of Gin. Gin was terrified of rainy days.
Before the rain fell, when the sky turned dark, when there are slight sounds of thunder, she would be at my side shivering and trembling.
I missed that. Now rainy days seems so peaceful, without her scrambling about in fear.
On the morning she died, the sky was dark and there were faint sounds of thunder. She was as usual waiting outside the bedroom gate for me. That was the last time.
But the thunder passed. It did not rain that day.
I thought of her as it rained dogs and cats this afternoon. But I did not cry. Nor feel teary.
I just felt sad. How I missed my Gin.
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