Raining You (Fugh)

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   Okay I didn't put much effort into this. It seems a little weird to me but I hope you like it.

   Hugh was sitting outside on the grass at the Portman's home in Florida. Thinking about what he was always thinking about. Fiona. Everyone had mostly accepted that she was dead. He couldn't and wouldn't. She was out there, He knew it, he would find her. Someday. He still had hope. A few of his bees buzzed lazily around him. Even they seemed sad. He didn't notice the dark, foreboding clouds swarming overhead. The first thunderclap sounded. He looked up, but otherwise didn't react. He saw the gray clouds. Even they made him think of her. She always loved days like this....She found the thunder comforting, and she and Hugh would sit just inside the glass door and watch the rain, back on the island. They would sit in a bundle of blankets and pillows in the dim light and look outside until they both fell asleep. He cried just remembering it. It began to rain harder. Hugh didn't move, didn't run inside, didn't worry about how wet his clothes were getting.
   He didn't want to go inside. He didn't want anyone to see him. You can't see tears in the rain. He couldn't hide from his emotions by going inside, anyway.
   Hugh closed his eyes. All he could see was her, Fiona, standing there, smiling at him. He thought of the last time they saw each other. Their last, silent goodbye. He thought of everything about her. Her messy hair, her dirty apron, the scent of soil and grass he smelled whenever she walked into the room.
   The rain continued to fall, making the grass soggy, and giving it that smell. He looked up at the sky, letting the rain fall on his face. He cried, but no one could hear him over the thunder. He looked ahead and saw the patch of roses in Mrs. Portman's garden. Red roses, they looked exactly like the one she grew the last time they saw each other. If he could choose the weather, it would rain everyday. It was the closest he felt to holding her again, every time the sky opened up, and he remembered how they would sit together.
It feels like it's raining you. He thought. And I can't think of any better way to drown.

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