RAIN
Written by Ashley Thorel
Based on some situations originated by James Cameron.
Today it is raining. It's beautiful and
peaceful outside when it rains.
Rain. It brings back so many memories, good
and bad ones.
All of the memories come back, and I remember
how Jack and I made memories that stayed with us forever.
It was April 18, 1912. We were on the
Carpathia. It was raining and silence had overcome us.
"Can I take your name, please,
love?" an officer had asked me.
"Dawson. Rose Dawson," I replied,
looking at Jack.
"And yours, sir?" the officer asked
him.
"Jack Dawson, sir," Jack said,
smiling all over.
"Thank you, Jack and Rose Dawson,"
the man said, writing our names down.
Again, silence overcame us. Jack had his arms
around me, and was singing to me, "Come Josephine in my flying machine
going up, she goes, up she goes..."
"I love you, Jack," I said, kissing
him.
"I love you, too, Rose," he replied
to me, holding me tightly.
We arrived in New York shortly after.
This year marks the third anniversary of the
sinking of the Titanic. Jack is in France but is due back any day now.
I hope where he is that it's raining too,
because I know that no matter where he is, he is here in spirit.
My little girl, Molly Helga Dawson, walks out
here, and I see in her the man I love.
She begs to be on my lap, and up she goes.
"Mommy?" she asks.
"Yes, sweetheart?" I reply.
"I like the rain. When I see it I think
of Daddy, because it means that it's raining where Daddy is, too, and we can
both see the same thing," she says.
"Me, too, Molly. Me, too," I say,
and with that, the memories that Jack and I had on Titanic come flooding back
to me.
A knock on the door. I hear, I answer it, and
there is the man I love.
He sits on the couch with Molly and I. We all
look at the rain.
"This rain made me think of you,"
he whispers in my ear.
"It made me think of you, too," I
say.
Molly runs off to bed, and Jack and I sit and
talk about Titanic.
Oh, the things you remember when it rains.
The End.
