When It Rains - 1 (Fiction)

When it rained and was alone, I remembered to Venus. Six-year old girl was the daughter of a young woman beautiful face. Her name was Clara. They lived in a rented house, few meters in front of my house. At home there was no man living settled. The driver who worked there only came in the morning and returned home when the afternoon. Father’s Venus never show his face. The house was always quiet.

Throughout Sunday, Venus did not appear in my house because since ten o'clock, she attended a birthday party Jasmine, her close friend at school. Sunday afternoon, Venus came to my house. Venus asked me to tell her about the rain.

"Uncle, tell me about rain," she said again.

"What about rain?" I asked, looking at the increasingly heavy rain. I opened the door wide so that the room became bright.

First grade elementary school that turned to rain. She listened to the song of the rain on the roof tiles, leaves, twigs, branches, and trees. The rain was pitched wistfully. An elegy, I thought. I saw a cute face Venus, but always moody. The look in her eyes was glazed. She was a growing child. She seemed to miss someone. She was badly in need of affection.

Often I imagine, droplets of rain had small feet. They are always together and line up neatly. So they become very powerful. Millions of raindrops slipped in between the roots of trees in the forest, pervasive, and then settle down into the earth. The child was not freely move. Clara always forbade her to leave the house. Clara said, out of the house, Venus could be kidnapped by evil people. But, after a year of neighbors with me, Clara allowed Venus to play in my home on holiday. Of course, Venus had to be escorted by her driver, when Clara was not at home.

If not met Venus, I felt something was missing. The little girl has become a part of my life. At work, I often told about Venus. So, my friends chuckled. They thought I and Clara have a special relationship. I argue. I'm friends with Venus! Not with her mother! Only once I met with Clara, when Clara came to get acquainted, early last year.

To be continued