rainy highway (2)The outstretched highway lies ahead. The smooth hum of the wheels against the pavement relax

The first drop breaks the mellow noise of the tires, then another. Thunderous drops descend upon the metal roof; the wipers hasten to catch up with the volume of water that pummels against the windshield

Mom ever so beautiful. Her hair of sunshine red, her appearance so ethereal. Her green eyes clear. Her focus straight ahead with palms pressed gently against the wheel

The rain frightens for a bit but in her present calm, I sense no danger

Only the elements and the slosh of the highway are heard. Mom finally breaks the songs of nature

“Do you know why it rains?”

I am excited and anxious. Mom always had something fun and weird to speak of. Never was her knowledge useless. I quickly utter in my ecstatic impatience

“No mommy, why?”

I notice the pink of her thin lips spread in giddy smile. I know this is going to be good. Her wisdom ever so present in fact as well as fiction. Her face stills again

“Because God is crying, and you made him cry.”

We drive on in silence for the remainder of the trip. The only noise emanating from the pounding of the weather and the sloshy hum of the tires against the road

I knew then, in my eight years of existence, the pleasure bestowed upon me in my never ending adventures of Catholic guilt



About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion


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