Rain

A girl walks in the rain. Her yellow boots splash and plop through the small swirls of clear magic on the ground, her hair wet and scraggly as she runs along the pavement. No hood, instead she breathes in the carefulness of the drops on her face and neck. She runs along the street in excitement, because the rain is something she lives for. It rejuvenates her, picks her up and carries her away into a place made of wind and water. Water. The clearness of it so inviting, so carefree. The girl slows to a walk, her pace weakening only because she wishes to enjoy the light of the world. Water drips off of the tall evergreen trees just as it drips of of her. They stand tall, living in harmony. The girl shivers, from the coldness of the rain and the sheer beauty of the day. The rain falls. It falls around her, and it falls with her. Step, step, stepstepstep, she runs, straight along the dark, swirling path that will lead her home.

A girl sits inside. Her face is dark with shadow, her eyes glaring off into the dark world. The window is streaked with rain, and her face is streaked with anger. Inside, it is gloomy and the world seems to press down on her. She looks around. Every object, every little thing, seems stark and uninviting. She glances back outside, at the gray sky and the gray ground. The grayness inside of her grows. Craning her neck, she looks around one more time, then decidedly hides her face in her knees. It is dark in there, but not so cold. She closes her eyes, feeling her breath on her legs, and just sits. And sits. The darkness continues to creep around her. But then - she breathes in. Lifts her head. Something has triggered her to look out the window again. There's a flash of yellow. Someone is happy. The girl's eyes widen. Who could take the rain as a blessing - instead of a curse?