Rain bringer

September 2017, NAIA

I am a child of the rain.

My mother used to tell me that I have a birthmark that brings it with me.

I have several memories as a kid when, even if it's summer, it rained when we travelled.

Mama never failed to mention that birthmark whenever inconvenienced.

I almost felt powerful and special. The sky pouring just because of me. A marked child. Someone destined for something.

But I have no birthmarks on any part of my body. And I couldn’t summon the rain even if I offer everything I have.

I could only recall memories of it and wait for the next downpour.

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Tonight, it rained on my way back from Taipei.