One Shots ;)

The Meaning of Rain

Hello... has been a while... I miss Wattpad and everything but I'm actually so busy now it's insane. Junior year is hard guys :/ 

But I've got an original one shot piece for you! Enjoy!

 Someone once told her that rain was the purest form of water there was.

They said that each shape of water represented something different. Something obscure, that was hard to define.

Water in itself is an enigma.

It twists and flows like a river, or dances and floats like mist. The lovely and calming sound of a stream versus the raging harsh pull of a whirlpool. It is mischievous and cunning, changing its shape to confound the ones it comes across.

She could vaguely remember what he had told her about the water while they stared out into the waves.

Careful. It might seem gentle, but the waves can sweep you away in an instant. No one will hear your cries then.

Her book bag weighed her down and she trudged through the wet, darkened concrete that made up the sidewalk. Droplets of water landed on her head, rolling down her hair and dripping onto the ground.

She kept up a fast pace, her shoes splashing through the murky puddles, trying to find sanctuary somewhere from the relentless downpour. She spotted an empty bus stop, its bench speckled with raindrops but otherwise dry. Coughing slightly, she beelined to the bench and sat herself down, dropping her bag beside her shivering feet.

As she regained some of her composure, she rubbed her cold hands against the thin fabric lining her arms. She let out a soft and quiet exhale, her breath condensing into fog and then dissipating into the air just as quickly.

Pulled the handle of the bag up to her lap, she fiddled with the strap for a couple seconds, watching the rain fall out onto the street and cover the hoods of cars left out. Darkness shrouded the nearby buildings, and for a fraction of a second it occurred to her that it might be quite dangerous for her. Somehow, she couldn't bring herself to care.

Other students from the university hurried past her bench, whispering hurriedly to each other, safe under umbrellas that she foolishly didn't have the forethought to bring. Most of them were her classmates, but they probably wouldn't bother acknowledging her presence. In fact, they probably didn't know she existed.

It was justified. She never spoke during class, never made an appearance at any college parties, and was one of the lucky few that didn't have to room with another person. Some people in her high school used to rumor that she was mute.

They weren't that far off, she thought as she rubbed her arms to keep warm. She had spoken possibly less than 100 words throughout high school, and that was not an exaggeration.

She folded her hands in her lap and closed her eyes, listening to the rain fall.

What was it about rain that he had told me about?

Rain. It was the essence of the human soul, from what she remembered. The droplets that fall from the sky start off clean and untouched, but once they fall to the ground, they lose that precious purity they once held. People are also like rain, progressing from childhood to maturity like a single droplet out of hundreds falling from the sky.

It was easier to admit that maybe rain was just rain. Just condensed moisture that falls from the clouds in small droplets, and nothing more than that.

But, she smiled slightly, maybe it's easier to want to believe that rain can represent humanity.

She could recall when water was nothing more than a simple form of entertainment to her, pushing the limits of her imagination. The feeling of watching waves crashing against a shore at night, or snowflakes dropping silently to the ground during the barren days of winter still make her shiver in awe.