Yes, another one-shot book.
These fics will most likely be platonic Prinxiety and Logicality with general hurt/comfort between them as a family. Edit: jk there is romance in here.
The cover art is my own work (but as you can tell, I am not an artist...
The sound of the droplets as they descend from the sky and cascade to the ground. The water rushing downhill on the roads. The wind blowing by, carrying the water with it, and making trees rustle in the breeze. All the sounds rhythmically blending together as if creating orchestral music.
The way the rain would feel as it hit you. Its purity perfectly forms droplets on your skin and your hair. Its coldness as it rained in the night creates a numbing sensation. Not caring about how the water would soak its way into your clothes.
Even the smell was calming. It was a particular scent that you couldn't quite place. Maybe it could be described as the dampness of the air. Although creating a moist feeling, the smell of it was fresh.
I loved the things that came with the rain.
When the others would drop whatever they were doing when it rained to just enjoy the simplicity of it. You could sit on the porch and just observe it. The naturality of it calming. The randomness for when the rain would suddenly change directions or intensity creating a soothing lull.
Sometimes, they would go out in the rain. Dancing as if in some fairy tale ending. Playing tag and running through the yard uncaring of the rain making the ground slippery. Splashing in the puddles just for the simple fact of watching the water ripple.
I chose a rainy day to be my last.
As I lay there, alone, left in my thoughts, I listened to the rain. I felt it as it ran over me, forming droplets on my skin. I smelled the clarity of the air as the rain whipped by.
The numbing cold started to dim into a more pleasing sensation. The darkness created a fixation on the only thing surrounding me, which was simply just the rain.
Dying wasn't something I was afraid of anymore. It had haunted me for so long; it no longer seemed to be scary.
It was going to be okay, like I was always told it would be. I felt fulfilled, content even, as I lay there, vision slowly starting to be even smaller and less focused.
The pain or the hardness of the ground was no longer in my awareness. I could only feel the rain, focus on the wind.
I accepted my choice, and I hoped the others would too, eventually.
A deep breath exhaled and became one with the breeze. As my eyes closed, I allowed myself to concentrate only on my surroundings. A smile can't help but work its way onto my face.
I find peace in the rain.
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You can choose who you want it to be. I couldn't decide, so it can be left open to interpretation.
Just like... rain, man. Dang.
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