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- RAIN(BOW) -





  • Once upon a time, there was a boy born with a very, very grumpy face.

    It seemed like he always carried a bunch of grayish clouds, readied to rain, upon his head.


    Even though he wasn’t that type of the babies who cried every 5 minutes, he rarely smiled either. 



    Of course, his mom was so worried that her son would grow up to be like an old man who never seem to be happy with his life, but deep down she still believed that things will get better and this baby would become a lively boy whose smile shone the brightest,



    just like in her dream.


    Before he was born, she had a dream, one of the most beautiful dreams she had ever had.




    She dreamed of a boy with angel kisses on his rosy cheeks, 

    that boy was beautiful, 


    stunningly beautiful.







    Later, when her second child was born, she finally met the boy in that dream,


    the dream which had come true.







    Ten years later,


    the boy, like she had thought, grew up to be a child of every mother’s dream.

    He was hard working, always behaved himself and full of life.



    She often thought that there was nothing in this world that could make her wish that immortal life was possible better than this boy.







    Now, 


    twenty six years after he was born, he has become a man, a grown up adult who isn’t only able to rely on himself but able to let other people rely on him too.





    He has graduated, a success academically.


    He has become a talented actor who loved by many many people across this universe.




    He has become a big source of positive energy, grace, and unconditional love.





    He has become an example of someone who never lose his ambition while still able to act humbly.




    He has become the sun,

    just like his name.





    He is truly the sun.





    Those clouds had long disappeared, 

    it left only a rainbow.



    _____________________________






    Iain S Thomas’ collection of poetry that I gave you as a gift is called I Wrote This For You but in that book, I assume that “you” can be any people, from a boy in red school uniform to a man in his favourite black suits. 

    Here is different, this prose was written for you and you only, specially for you.


    I wrote this for you, 

    Wholeheartedly yours.






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