Rainy

It Isn't Like How It Seems

She was the one who wasn’t careful. She felt so carefree in the rain that it would bring her to dangerous places at dangerous times. She never stopped to think about that maybe the rain wasn’t as beautiful, nice, and delicate as it seems for even though the rain caressed her slowly in the times of need, it was saying rumors and laughing about lies behind her back. Some rain droplets were all about caring and they loved her ever so dearly but, others, well, were plotting behind the caring’s backs and knew what they had to do. All it took was some smothering of “love” and gentle clicks and plips to play their game. She was their pawn and the devilish ones were going to win for they didn’t care about the consequences. They would do whatever it took to make her break, crumble, and fall into the abyss. After years of plotting, they finally enticed her to move her closer to the edge of the grass. One step onto the cold, melancholy pavement, there was a beep, a thump, a crack and a splatter of deep red watercolor that painted the grieving ground. The devilish drops knew what they had done and they instantly regretted it so, they joined the caring ones and the rain cried for the first time in it's life.