“Do you hear that?!” He said.
I looked at him and shook my head.
“Legally deaf, remember?” I grinned.
He went tu the window and lifted the blinds.
It was storming like crazy outside.
“You don’t hear that? The rain?” He asked.
“Babe, I haven’t heard the rain since I was 9 years old.” I would be 39 in 2 weeks. He started going YouTube channels of rain sounds till he found one I could hear.

The man gave me rain. The sound of rain. To many, that would be nothing. Laughed at, even. But to me, it was nothing short of a miracle.

He’s gone, now. I haven’t listened to the rain, since. But sometimes, on days like today, I look out the window at a storm, and I remember.

As even the Earth weeps.