Weatherman

The rain pattered down on him, soaked him, but did not wash him away. For a long time he stood on the road, face turned to the sky, kissing him with its tears. In the distance the thunder rumbled, but the lightning was hardly recognizable behind the gloomy facades of the skyscrapers.

Shiny the water masses fell along the huge glass windows, flooded along the gutter and sank into the canalization. The air carried the unmistakable smell of a rainy day with it, through the darkness had already started falling over the city and the small figure, attracted by the dark cloud front above.

And although he shivered, he remained blind and spread his arms as if to attract the storm and embrace it. Never letting go again. A bitter grin flashed over his face.

How long do you want to let the rain fall down?

It was as if she would speak to him, while it was only the memory, blazing in his mind like a ravenous fire.

“I am just a weatherman. What else shall I do, if I'm not allowed to freeze my feelings with ice and snow to let them shatter?“ He asked quietly into the night. The rain pounded on the asphalt.

I can’t see you, if it rains. You have to let it rain by day and dispel the clouds at night. Send them far away from you, so they don’t block my view. Promise me!


“I can’t.“ He dropped his arms. The water trickled down his face, but he almost didn’t feel it anymore, standing in the rain for so long.
"You've convinced me to get myself into this. After all, I knew what would happen. They say, it makes things easier. You’ve promised me, it would be!“

Why hadn’t she left him alone? If she hadn’t come so close, the memories wouldn’t corrode his heart and combust him. It was as if to fly too close to the sun, through he would never fly as high as she did.

I have never said, it would not hurt. But it was worth the pain. Now you’re forever in my heart, a part of me – and if I shine, then in my light there gleams your smile.

If we had only one second together – and you know how close this comes to the truth – it would have been the most beautiful of my life. These memories and your love are the greatest and enchanting gift, anyone could ever give me. You hate me for what I am? Cause you can’t keep me? So hold me one last time tightly.

The wind whipped his face. He clenched his fists, but stayed in the darkness with the long faded words in this mind.


“I am just a weatherman. Where you are going, I can’t go. Where you are now, I can’t reach you. While you are wandering up there by the stars for eternity, I will be bound to this world forever. The air I breathe, the earth under my feet, the rain on my skin, all this is my element. Yours are the darkness, infinity and the cold glow of the stars. I've told you, it wouldn’t work. We both knew, the sky would call you one day and you'd have to go to the stars to dance with them. All the craving for you and this emptyness inside of me, - I’ve never wanted that. We only had such a short time to be together!“

"Then let’s use the time we have! There is nothing in this world, able to hold me back, when the day of my departure arrives. I will go forever and nothing of me will stay here.

I can promise you nothing, except that I spend all the time that is left here with you.
Cause I have the choice and I have none.

You’ve got my heart, weatherman. I am just a wanderer of the stars. A traveller. A spark turning into a fire in the sky one day. I’ll give you all my time on this earth, just give me that one thing. This tiny word! I’m begging you, say yes!"

The rain had died down, and he slowly opened his eyes and looked silently at the sky. The clouds revealed a narrow strip of the night sky. So full of precious luminous diamonds and still so cold and far out of reach.

In his heart the memory of the time, he had spend with one of these stars, burned hot.
Every moment had been a gift.


“Yes!“ He yelled up to the stars. “It was worth every damned second, but it still hurts to see you, but to never be able to get close to you anymore. And memories and dreams alone are barely enough to keep away the cold. I wished to be a timertraveller, a clock-back-turner, a world-stopper but everything, that’s good and beautiful must pass - and I am just a weatherman.“