She looked up at the sky bleary eyed. Rain drops fell down onto her pale face. She took a struggled breath and looked up at her father who was holding her broken body.
"Father,"
"Yes,my dear?" He sobbed,
"Why does the rain make people sad?" She asked weakly.
"Because each drop reminds us of the tears we cry, the things we've lost and the things we are about to lose." he replied with a tremor in his voice.
"Hmm.." She breathed " I always liked the rain. It was like a break from the sun. A time when we don't have to pretend things are ok. Where we don't have to fake a smile because each drop masks our tears."
Her father made a labored smiled with tears running down his face.
"Don't worry" he cried
"You'll be ok. We can go home soon. We can get out of the rain and go sit by the fire."
She made a labored smile and lifted up her hand. Using all the strength she had left, she wiped her father's tears away.
"It's raining daddy," she whispered with half closed eyes." You don't have to pretend it's ok. I will be going home soon. Just not the same home your goin daddy. But don't worry I'll wait for you. And I'll be with the rain and the sun where I never have to hide anything. I will..be...ok. Don't worry..." And with that, her voice drifted off and she went limp. Her head fell back and the light left her eyes while starring at the sky as the rain pored down. And he cried. Her father's tears mingled with the rain droplets as he held the broken body of his little girl.
