"Remember when it rained?" the not so little boy asked his sister. With a knowing twinkle in her eye and thoughtful smile she replied,
"Which time is that?"
"You know," the young man's eyes welled up with tears, "that day. The day I became a man, at least that's what Dad says.." the strong voiced faded as he turned his face toward the black night outside the window.
"I love you, you know that?" tears now choked the sister as she, too, turned to face the dark abyss of evening. Soft sobs replaced inhales and exhales. The young man gently grabbed his sister's hand. Several minutes slowly passed until finally he asked,
"Do you think she's happy, even when it rains?"
"Especially when it rains."
Tears of hope run down my skin.
Tears for you that will not dry.
They magnify the one within
And let the outside slowly die.
For the bravest young men I have the pleasure of knowing, Lucas and Liam.
-A Perspective
