The rain was pouring down heavily, the sun was barely visible hidden behind a thick blanket of clouds. People were huddled together, looking for shade, trees to take shelter under. And I stood right under the open sky taking it all in. The wind was blowing through my hair and caressing my face.
The sound of thunder made it all the more picturesque, it was only befitting that today was mom and Maya's funeral, she loved this weather. She preferred this gloomy weather over any other sunny day. You would always find her holding her cup of tea, out on the patio steps overlooking the rain. It bought her peace.
And maybe this is the reason that today I do not want to cry. I would like to make my peace with it, I want to bid them goodbye in a way they would remember, I want to cherish these last moments we have together however difficult and painful they might be.
