Infinite Questions

Rain

Today's a bad day. I get them sometimes, they come in waves. Bad days are the days I miss Mom the most. Bad days are the days where I wake up and feel blank. I stay in bed not moving. I don't feel like getting up, I don't feel like opening the door, I don't feel like doing anything. Lily's staying for another week so I know I don't have to worry about Dylan. I can just stay in bed and not think. My thoughts are too fast anyways. I'm staring at the wall sleeping with my eyes open, when there's a knock at my door. I say nothing.

"Emery?" I hear a small voice say. I look over and see Dylan peeking her head through.

"Hey, Dyl."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm okay." I sit up slightly, giving her a small smile. Be strong for her, I remind myself.

"There's someone at the door for you." Huh?

I don't have many friends, and the only one that would show up to the house is Mae, but she's in Ecuador with her family.

"Who?"

"A boy, he says his name is 'Greyson Reed Adler'" She mocks in his tone of voice. I can't help but smile a little. What's he doing here?

"Go on and tell him I'll be down in a second." She skips out of the room and I warily stand up and throw on a hoodie. Still in my pajama shorts, I make my way down the stairs. I open the front door, and he looks up. He has a mischievous smile on his face.

"It's raining." He says, beaming. I look past him, and notice for the first time the little droplets hitting the ground. He looks at me expectantly, but my dark feeling creeps back, and I remember today's a bad day.

"I'm sorry. I can't, not today." I say, and start to close the door.

"Wait- Are you okay?"

I stare at him dumbfounded. I barely hear people ask that, let alone really mean it.

"Um, no, actually."

He turns to the side and starts walking, and then sitting down on the hanging bench.

He looks at me again. "Well? Come on." He gestures to the bench. I hesitantly walk over, not sure what is happening, and why this boy is taking interest in my well-being. I sit across from him on the bench, facing him and cross legged. He doesn't say anything. We sit there in silence for a while, and I'm thinking he's waiting for me to say something. I don't really want to talk about my Mother. I'm not sure what he thinks is going to happen.

Finally I hear, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"That's okay." He says. "I can wait." We lock eyes, then. There's something in there. I'm not sure what. But I want to know. Something that makes me feel like I can trust him. Something that feels like we've known each other forever. A couple more minutes pass, as I'm trying to figure out what to say.

"Rain," I sigh, "Is peaceful." He looks up. I turn and look at the rain, coming down harder now. "It's like music. Each drop, as it hits the ground, a window, a leaf. It makes music as it touches everything in its path, until it reaches the ground and starts the cycle again." I stand, and walk over to the edge. I hold my hand out and feel the cold drops as they hit my skin. "Each one holds an idea. And they spray out and give inspiration to everything they touch. Each drop is magical, but only to those who really feel them, not just see them. There's a difference."

"Let's go feel it." He's standing next to me now. He grabs my arm and pulls me off the porch, out into the yard until we're fully under the symphony of droplets.

"I hear it. The music." He tells me. We're standing close, I look into his eyes. They're the color of rain.

I break away and look up. Feeling the rain hit my skin, I forget the bad day. Today's an okay day. It's all okay. Next to me, I hear him fall back onto the grass. I laugh at him, now covered in mud. "Hey." He says, and pulls me down next to him.

"Ah!" I yell. But I don't mind the mud. I always loved the feel of the earth. He opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out to taste the droplets. I laugh. He smiles. I think I really like his smile. We lay on our backs for a while, and I close my eyes, relishing the feeling. A real feeling. Not just blank. Eventually, I break the silence. "How'd you know where I lived?"

"I just asked Angus." He replies.

"Right." I forgot Angus was his uncle.

"The rain to the wind said, 'you push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed, that the flowers actually knelt, and lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt."

"Robert Frost." I say. He looks at me surprised, then seems to remember something, and looks back up and closes his eyes. I look over at him, the rain dancing down his face. I notice, then, how good-looking he is. His dark hair soaked even darker, and his shirt now skin-tight from the water. He opens his eyes and catches me looking, and I look away and blush. He gets up, and offers me his hand, and we start walking back to the porch. His hand feels good, and I don't want to let it go.

"Hey Emery?" He says.

"Yeah?"

"Look over there." I turn to where he's pointing, but I don't really see anything. When I turn my head back, I'm met with his pointer finger rubbing something cold and grainy on my cheek. It's mud. My mouth drops open as he starts laughing.

"Dick!" I yell, laughing as well.

I'm about to lunge after him but before I know it he's jogging away to his car.

I turn around smiling, and head back inside.

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Sooo so sorry it's been a while! I've had a lot going on. Thank you for reading the second part! Sorry they aren't titled, I'm really bad at titling things so I'll try to figure them out soon. Let me know if you liked this, and if you want more! I can try to make the next one longer!