Oldie, The Rain Tree -LordOx -

This is actually kind of a story that I wrote, but i find it to deep to post in strictly fiction.. enjoy:) Oh yeah.. and if you like it.. why not spread the word..LOL :)

It was rainy, It was rainy and dark. But that's how it always was in the city slums. It was the only real home I've ever had and I didn't seem to mind the rain and the dark. The only thing that bothered me was the lack of trees in the area... but I remember the one...

Just close your eyes and imagine it. A beauiful, gigantic, glowing tree in the misdt of all of this rain, dark, and dirtiness. The city above couldnt beleive such a spectacle in a place like this. It's beauty kept us going in the slums, almost giving us a sort of life, a life we cherished.

As a young boy of only five years, I used to love coming to the tree with my closest friend, Elka. Oldie, we used to call the tree. We would sit at her base for protection from the cold, unforgiving rain. We would swing from her mighty branches at times, when the mean storm subsided for breif intervals.

When we were older in our teenage years, it became a prime place for partying into th night, we shared great experiences with her, I miss those times terribly. One Night inparticualr i remember sitting around Oldie, when one of her mighty limbs broke off and fell, a sign of ageing... it took weeks to repair her.

And then we grew older, as people tend to do, and Oldie was still ageing with us. Her once Sienna color was slowly turning black, and her limbs sagged lower by the day.

One morning the phone rang. "Hello,?" I asked. "Sam," replied Elka,"come quick, come quick, to Oldie." I quickly hung up and ran like the wind. Up in the sky, clouds began to form.

Once I arrived I saw Elka standing next to a fallen, aged, Oldie. Elka was crying and I knelt down by Oldie's stump, and joined he in cying. It rained...

Three weeks later, once Oldie as cleared away, Elka and I went to her death site. The ground was still muddy, for the rained had continued for the whole three weeks. "Ready?," Elka asked. I nodded. She held out her hand and gave me half the seeds she obtained. As we plnted them where Oldie once stood Elka said, "It won't be as good as Oldie, but it will be something." I knew the tree wouldnt grow, it was pure luck that Oldie grew in this dark place, but i planted the seeds anyway...For Elka.

Years have passed and I moved out of the slums for a brighter, bigger, and better life. I now live in my own apartment about one hundred miles from my original home.

One night, the phone rang. It was Elka, "Come home to Oldie," she said. I got into my car and drove back to my memories of dark, and rain, and dirt, and...Oldie. Up in the sky, clouds began to form.

Once there, I saw Elka standing next to what looked liek nothing, but then I approached her. What I saw mae my heart jump into my throat. I saw a small tree begining to sprout. Elka and I stood there for what seemed like hours. We stood, and stood, and thought, and thought, and stood. Elka and I began crying, but these tears were of a terrific joy. It rained...

- LordOx -

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