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Pluviophile- A lover of the rain; someone who finds peace of mind during rainy days.

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"I think you should go." It's the next day and apparently Monica overheard us talking about the cabin last night. She sets a plate of French toast in front both June and Dayton.

"Why can she go away for five nights but I can't even have a sleepover at Tiffany's?" June whines and looks at her mom. Honestly I'm surprised she wants me to go as well, dads kept quiet, I'm suprised he hasn't said anything.

"You can when you're older," Monica replies.

"Monica I don't even want to go," I responded to her, grabbing my own plate and filling it up.

"It would be good for you to get out," dad speaks, folding her arms. "This is your last year of high school, take advantage of it. Spend time with your friends, have fun. You guys aren't going to be together forever."

I turn my head at the sound of Zion coming down the stairs. He rubs his eyes before adjusting his headphones. "I'm not going."

"Oh yes you are, stop worrying you'll have fun." I look at Monica for help but he only smiles. Dad slaps Zion's shoulder, "take those things out." He sighs dramatically but does, setting them in the pocket of his sweats. "And put a shirt on, we're having guests over in a half hour."

I choke on my food, mom raises an eyebrow at me. "We're having guests over? Who?"

"Your aunt and uncle are going to be out of town so your cousins will be staying here for the week." You've got to be kidding me, a full week? 

"Drew's coming over?!" Dayton exclaims. When dad confirms, he jumps down from his chair and runs away excited, abandoning his breakfast. I glare at dad, waiting till June also leaves before going off.

"You didn't think of telling me this till now?" Zion stands next to me, for once in my life agreeing with me.

"It was a last minute thing," he shrugs. "Why? Are you guys not excited."

I fold my arms, dad smiles innocently and collects the kids plates. "You've got to be shitting me," Zion mutters.

"Language," dad snaps. Zion groans and stomps upstairs. I glance at Monica before also heading up.

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Later that night, I stared out the window of my room. Looking out at the heavy rain drops that fall from the sky, l lean my head back, enjoying the sound of the drops hitting against the roof, I listen to the beautiful melody. The gray clouds cover the sky like a blanket, though I find comfort in it, as if it hides us away from the rest of the world. The droplets fall down freely and lazily. They're large and soft, not even caring where they land. It makes me want to stick my hand outside, watching the rain drops fall down on me as well.

I shift my head, looking from the window to the door. The sound of the little kids fills the hallway. They giggle as they talk to each other so fast it sounds like gibberish.
It reminds me of when I was little, my lips turn upwards and the fun memories I can remember. Thinking the world was a great place, if only if it were that simple.

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I have a hard time conitrading in my classes on Monday. No matter how hard I try to focus on what the person is saying I catch myself zoning out each time. The one time that has my full attention is when I suddenly spot Everly speed walking down the hall while I'm in my history class. I sit up straighter when I realize the tears running down her face but she's gone just like that.