Rain [Short Stories]

Rain

Everyone always seems to hate rain.

They don't like the sound or smell, or the thunder and lightning that often comes with it. They don't like grey clouds, and umbrellas, or even getting a little damp.

This all seemed baffling to him.

Who wouldn't love the sound of rain pattering against rooftops and the piano notes that play with it? Who doesn't like watching rivers of water trickle down windshields. Who can honestly say they hate driving in rain while listing to R&B as blurred headlights whiz past?

Common could lay outside and sleep in the wet grass and let rain drench him to the bone. Or sit quietly under a tree and listen to the leaves shake with water droplets.

Staring out the window of his house, he could only dream these things. These things that people take for granted.

Such a simple thing rain is.

The gaps taking up most of his chest, and a large chunk of his forehead allowed water to get into his gears and rust them. He'd stop working. Stop being able to listen to rain and watch it from afar. So he stayed inside on rainy days, content to sit by the window and daydream.