She was the one who was mute. She didn’t create words with her lips and fastened them down with her tongue. The only sounds she created were gleeful noises and the calming plips of the rain as the droplets shattered their lifeless hearts upon their deathbed. She liked the rushing sounds of the water as small showers would reign high above her young body, only to bring her just a few glimpses of a sorrowful afterlife and hopes of a new beginning. She would always shuffle her way through life without making a single noise until the rain came out, giving her a happiness that she has never felt before. They always created little white butterflies inside of her and the rain would paint them majestic colors as she would open her petite mouth wide to catch the soft drops of watercolors. She would point up and paint the sky with the colors of the rain to change that blank grey canvas that loomed over her ever so terrifying. But, she was always used to the dark canvas that called for her to fingerpaint the sky with her endless supply of watercolors that poured from above.
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Rainy
RandomA short story about a young girl who's heart is set out for many things but, her only friend is the rain.
