It was a rainy day in the city and Julia was at her grandmother Elena's house reading a book of poetry. Grandma was looking at her with affection and pride as Julia read aloud.
Grandmother: Julia, you are so talented. Your passion for poetry is a gift that life has given you.
Julia: Thank you, Grandma. Poetry helps me express my feelings and connect with the world.
Grandma: Yes, and it also helps you understand the language of the rain.
Julia: The language of the rain, Grandma?
Grandmother: Yes, daughter. The rain is a messenger from heaven that speaks to us in many ways. If you pay attention, you can hear its message and understand its language.
Julia was thoughtful for a moment and then smiled.
Julia: You know what, Grandma? I'm going to write a poem about the language of rain.
Grandmother: It will be beautiful, daughter.
Julia began to write with enthusiasm and, little by little, the words began to flow and take shape in her mind. But suddenly, Grandma staggered and fell to the ground.
Julia: Grandma, are you all right?
Dr. Garcia arrived quickly and gave Grandma a check-up. Then he approached Julia with a grave expression on his face.
Dr. Garcia: I'm sorry, Julia. Your grandmother has had a heart attack. We must take her to the hospital immediately.
Julia was stunned and could not believe what was happening. Grandma was her only family and she could not imagine living without her.
David arrived at the hospital and met Julia, who was in the waiting room with tears in her eyes.
David: How is Elena?
Julia: (crying) I don't know. Dr. Garcia says her condition is critical.
David: Don't worry, I'm here with you.
Julia: (sobbing) I can't lose my grandmother. She's all I have left of family.
David: I know, and she is a strong and brave woman. She will fight to survive.
Hours passed and the rain was falling outside the waiting room window. Julia and David waited anxiously for news from Dr. Garcia. Finally, he came out of the emergency room with a serious expression on his face.
Dr. Garcia: Julia, I'm sorry to tell you that your grandmother has passed away.
Julia collapsed and David held her as she cried inconsolably. The rain came down hard as Julia told herself that her grandmother had left for a better place.
Days later, Julia sat at her desk and looked out the window, watching the rain pour down on the city. Then, she remembered what her grandmother had told her about the language of rain. With tears in her eyes, she began to write her poem.
And so, through her poetry, Julia was able to connect with her grandmother's message and the language of rain, and find comfort in the loss of her beloved grandmother.
The poem read:
The language of rain
Speaks to me, in soft whispers
Of a love that will never die
Of a life that goes on
Even after the rain stops
It speaks to you of a treasure called family
That will always be with you
Even on the saddest days
And guides you to a bright future
Thank you, grandma, for teaching me
The language of rain.
After the loss of her grandmother, Julia found solace in her poetry and decided to move forward with her life by honoring her memory. She enrolled in a poetry course and began participating in poetry readings at venues around town.
Eventually, her poetry caught the attention of a literary magazine editor, who offered to publish a selection of her poems. The collection became a success and won several awards.
In addition, Julia also began giving poetry workshops to young people in her community, sharing her love of poetry and the memory of her grandmother. In time, she became a recognized poet and an important voice in the city's literary scene.
Although she would never again feel the same love she had for her grandmother, Julia learned to live with her loss and find solace in her poetry and her work with the community. She will always remember her grandmother as her teacher and friend, and will continue to honor her memory through her poetry and work.