Abbey woke to the sound of rain. She smiled to herself as she jumped out of bed and ran to the window. She smiled to the world when she saw just what she was expecting. She couldn't describe what she saw or what she felt, except that both were beautiful.
As she got ready for school, she said a silent prayer that it would rain all day. She felt thrilled at the fact that she actually choose what shirt to wear, as opposed to randomly choosing one. Black and white. That's what abbeys uniform was to every one else. To herself too, most of the time. But not when it rained.
Abbey ran all the way to school, splashing in puddles as she went. She left 20'minutes early to enjoy the scenery. She wanted to describe the color of the buildings, streets, faces, everything to everyone, but she couldn't. She wouldn't know how. She then realized, these new colors needed names. And if she was the only person in the world who could see them, who better for the job. But how could she do that in school? She couldn't. It was at that time she decided to simply not go. After all, this was a very important day. Today was the day she'd make history.
Taking off toward the library, abbey took in her surroundings. The town hall towered above her, looming as if it were a great monster. Not a soul was outside with her, seeing as all children were supposed to be in school and all adults despised the rain. Abbey couldn't understand why; it was so wonderful. She made it to the gazebo outside the library, where she laid on her belly. Abbey then began the naming process.
Naming colors was simple, thought abbey, all you had to do was call it what it looked like. She looked at her gazebo and noticed it was the same color as the grass. She decided that this color would be called grass, since everyone knew what grass looked like. She looked around her for other grass things. She found her shirt, the roves of all the houses, the leaves of the trees, and the streets ( though they were much darker) were all grass. She continued this process with sun, sky and berry. She was so deep into her process that she hadn't noticed the rain slowly letting up. She was in the middle of stone when it stopped altogether.At once, all color disappeared. Abbey was then thrown into a deep sadness. She trudged out from under her gazebo to a nearby bench, where an old man sat. He wore a rain coat, and judging by the shade, it was sun. She took a seat next to him.
"Why the long face?" Said the old man. He turned to face Abbey. Of course she was taught the 'stranger danger' rule, but when you're this down in the dumps, rules don't apply.
" I really love the rain. I love splashing around and getting wet. But most of all I love the color that comes with it. And now it's gone, so until the next rain I'll have to live in boring black and white." Abbey didn't really care or think about the fact that no one but her could see the rain, or that it was very strange that this man was sitting outside. All she could think about was the rain. The old man smiled brightly at abbey.
" Well, the way I see it, there is a simple solution to your problem," said the old man. He then stood up, along with a bucket of water abbey hadn't noticed.
" If you can't have the rain, make your own." He then proceeded to dump the bucket of water on himself.
Abbey was right. The raincoat was sun.
