Inkwik is a pond that rests at the center of a peculiar town called Blunkshrud, with peculiar people and peculiar things. The children are always quiet and the adults are quite noisy. It is always sunny but never hot. But the most peculiar thing of all is the fact that it had never rained... At least not in quite some time. The last time in had rained Inkwik was the aftermath. But im getting ahead of myself let me tell you about the last day it rained in Blunkshrud.
It was a Tuesday somewhere at Inkwik's lake in someplace unknown and it was around noon when a small cloud floated by all by its lonesome. The lonely cloud flutter and took a glance below him. He gasped at Inkwik's beauty for he had never seen such a sight.
"What are you called, glorious body?" he mutters to the ground.
Inkwik stirred and awoke from her slumber, and with a clash of her waves she responded, "I am Inkwik, of Lancaster forest, And whom might you be?"
"I am Brrodok, Of the eastern wind," he responds in a proud tone, "I say, Inkwik, you must get awfully lonely down there. Up here i have the birds, the wind, my brothers... Who do you have?"
"Well," she begins " there are a few fish, but they never bother to say hello. There are the deer but they rather visit then stay. There are the frogs, but they are busy catching flies... I guess i am quite lonely."
"Well, you could come with me." Brrodok suggests.
Confusions struck Inkwik with a thud. "How could i be with you? For i am here and you are there and i see no possible out come for us being in one space simultaneously."
"I could not hold all of you, for your beauty is far too vast. But i could take a piece... If you wish." Brrodok began to stretch with the sky and inkwik felt weightless. Slowly but surly little pieces of her began to float away to him.
Her arms were being shredded and her feet were ripped, for only pieces could be happy with Brrodok. The rest would have to stay. The pain was almost too much for Inkwik to bear but she knew this way she would no longer be lonely.
With an outstretched arm Brrodok grasped her and pulled her close. She rests on his back as he continues his trek through the atmosphere. They sored far above that lonely forest that Inkwik once called home, and they glided with the breeze in a bliss.
Inkwik told Brrodok how she would freeze over in the blue seasons and how sometimes little children would skate on her surface until they turned numb. She loved those children, for she had watched them grow and bring children of their own to visit when it was cold.
In return Brrodok explained to Inkwik about his many brothers. He told her that he was the second eldest of 26. He also shared that he hadn't seen them in years and he probably wont see them again.
So there they were. They traveled all around the world, telling stories and sharing laughs. Inkwik quickly realized that she had fallen. Not to the ground below, for she knew Brrodok would not let her drop, but into a new place. A secret place in her mind that she would visit when it was quiet. She named that place after something she heard one of the little girls say in the winter. Love. Inkwik had fallen in love. And she was happy.
But all of her happiness seemed to end with a clash as she was yanked from her safe place.
"Well Inkwik i do believe you stay is over," Brrodok murmured.
"What?" Inkwik questioned, concern dripping from her voice.
"I am bored of you. Your stories are bland and I'm tired of pretending to listen... So you'll have to leave now." He seemed unbothered by Inkwik's clear hurt.
Brrodok hovered over a small town with a ditch centered between blue, red and yellow houses. Then, without warning Inkwik is falling. She is not falling to her secret place but instead she is falling to the ground.
What was left of her body is being separated into small droplets of her being.
Inkwik's mind is spinning around and around but with every angle there are no explanations for Brrodok's cruelness. He made her happy. How could he hurt her so much, so quickly. How could it be that the one who put Inkwik's pieces together is the same one smashing her to bits.
Before she can process anymore Inkwik is smashing to the ground. Parts of her splash on the pavement and others land at the bottom of the ditch. Her already scattered body was shattering all around her. Every inch of inkwik was crumbling with every clanck and clack of her body.
Soon what was left of Inkwik filled the ditch in the center of the town to the brim.
* * *
Many years have past sense that dreaded day and over time Inkwik forgot about her special place called love.
Moss clouded Inkwik's once breath taking beauty as the blue season returned once more. Frost started to nip at the edges of her pond as a large cloud huffed above her new home.
"Your kind are not welcome here!" Inkwik spit, "you best be on your way."
"But I've only just arrived here besides why should i leave any way?" boomed a deep voice. He made a low rumbling when he spoke.
" I knew one of you once... He scattered me and left me here. " Inkwik winced at the memory, she could almost feel that agonizing sting.
" Not every cloud wishes to rain."
A few hours past and the cloud stayed put, directly above Blunkshrud.
"You know, " stirred the voice from the sky, " i could show you how to fly."
Inkwik scoffed, "i have already fallen for your kinds tricks before. I will not fall for them again."
It was quiet for a moment but the cloud spoke up again, "You will just have to trust me then." In that moment something made Inkwik pause. Perhaps it was the fact that this was the first creature she had talked to since she last spoke with Brrodok, regardless she paused and considered his offer. It crossed her mind that she could be making the same mistake twice but she ignored that thought. She glanced at him and didn't have the guts to voice her decision, but it was ok because he knew.
Just like the last time slowly but surly small parts of herself began to float away into the sky. When she reached him he grasped her and held on tight. He told her they would have to wait for colder air.. so they waited.
"What are you called?" Inkwik broke the silence.
" Rint. What are you called?"
"Inkwik. Im called Inkwik." she said with a small smile.
"Inkwik? What kind of name is that?" Rint asks.
"My name. Thats what kind of name it is," she defended.
" Well i say you need a nick name," he flirted. Inkwik rolled her eyes but her smile remained.
Inkwik began to frost in the air and Rint instructed her to be prepared.
"Alright Inky! If you want to fly you have to fly now!"
"Inky?" She tested the way it felt rolling off her tongue.
Rint ruffled around and smirked.
"Time to fly..." he spoke with such elegance before allowing Inkwik to slip through his fingers.
Once again Inkwik began to separate into many pieces but this time it didn't feel like she was plummeting to the ground, it felt like she was flying to it.
Each section of her was a frozen flake of her old self. She scattered all over the town. It was beautiful, and Inkwik was happy again.
Inkwik smiled at the cloud and he floated away.
Children came to her and played with her for hours and hours. There noses were red and their smiles were bright.
When the red seasons came inkwik transformed back into her old self but this time she was content...
Because, she realized, not every cloud brings a storm.
