The rain fell like crystals, hitting the street that surrounded me, making music patter after patter, making me feel just like another thing, another object that stood on the way between her and the ground.

 

Cold… insignificant.

 

oOoOoOoOoOoOo

 

Throughout all my life, I’ve always loved rain. Since I was little, I adored admiring it from a window, I admired that calmness and at the same time fierceness it had as it fell down upon the world. I adored watching as every object, every being, seemed to be defenseless before it.

 

People running, animals looking for shelter, plants even trying to find comfort in a sudden refresh and at the same time trying to overcome the hard fall of the raindrops.

 

Aflood in a warm rain.

 

Throughout my childhood, I would always wait for the time when rain came, I longed for that season in which you could smell humidity in the air along with the scents of wet earth and even some plants that decided to thank the rain by releasing smells. I always waited for that season when I simply felt the rainy weather that made me feel alive.

 

My greatest happiness came when the rain came down lightly. I adored running outside to enjoy the breeze upon my face.

 

But it didn’t take me long to change my mind and I return home, maybe too frightened of the idea of getting sick next day, knowing that my mom would scold me if that happened.

 

My short years as a child where spent waiting for the rain, and when it came down upon the city I would always find a way to get out of the house just to enjoy some simple minutes under the rain.

 

The one thing that I enjoyed more was when, after the rain stopped and everything had gone calm again, slowly a rainbow would appear in the sky. Translucent yet powerful. It seemed as the sky itself gave and announcement that the rain had stopped and everything could go back to peace.

 

Slowly people came out of their houses, animals from their shelter, and plants, now refreshed, would proudly show their leaves full of little raindrops.

 

It was as though the rainbow showed the light that rain had hidden.

 

When I was able to see the rainbow up in the sky, I would always feel a wave of emotions. Happiness, longing. It was as though the rainbow made me feel renewed, letting me know that the rain would come back one day and surely he will too, with his brilliant colors, brightening the day to thousand of people, between them, me.

 

I was never sure of when or how but one day I forgot to do it. One day I forgot to look out the window in a humid day, hopefully waiting for the rain to come next minute so I could watch the rainbow right after.

 

I forgot that feeling of happiness that I felt by simply smelling the wet earth, or by seeing black clouds in the sky.

 

I forgot what it was to smile at the thought of simple raindrops falling from the sky.

 

Time passed, my childish thoughts were left behind.

 

I met people; I made friends and more than friends.

 

I made a band, enjoyed music, learned to play some musical instruments.

 

I found a place in the world, I enjoyed success at first, feeling powerful and big.

 

And it all stayed like that for a while. I came and went, not showing reaction before the rain, not showing a smile before the rainbow.

 

One day I found out, by meeting a person, the whole truth.

 

“You are just a spoiled brat that feels as powerful as the rain. You think you can make time stop and everyone pause their lives when you arrive… but that is not the truth. Some day you’ll realize that you are just as insignificant as everyone here, simply waiting for the true rain to stop so everything can go back to normal…”

 

Those words seemed so stupid at first.

 

It was simply another man that came to see me at the bar, watch me play with my band.

 

Another one that found my voice and my body interesting and he wanted it for himself.

 

And another one that I rejected… to which he answered angrily with those sincere words.

 

Another one… that I never thought I would come to love.

 

Those words reached the bottom of my soul without me realizing it. They echoed in my brain and seemed to take root there.

 

I kept it in my mind longer than I wanted.

 

Until one boring and lonely day, I didn’t find anything else to do.

 

I watched the rain fall from my apartment’s window. Like that, completely still, I stood for more than 2 hours, waiting for something from the rain… an answer.

 

Tired of waiting I lifted my head to see the sky, trying to find an answer to my confusion.

 

What was I feeling?

 

That man made some bitter words turn into a deep reflection. Made possible to the spoiled brat to stop and think about his place in life.

 

And like magic, in the sky appeared the rainbow, reflecting those colors so vividly.

 

Maybe it was just that. Maybe my life could be compared to a rainbow. Unstable, spontaneous and sometimes bright, sometimes dull. Translucent… but beyond all… it depended on the rain, depended if she wanted to appear to let me come out after her.

 

And as quickly as the rainbow appeared in the sky before me, it disappeared.

 

The rain kept on falling down the Earth.

 

Without realizing it, my sight was blurry and as I lifted my hand to touch my eyes I found out that the rain outside was not the only rain that fell.

 

When was the last time I cried?

 

I couldn’t remember.

 

I couldn’t believe that suddenly, my eyes would blur and let some beautiful, crystalline drops fall down my cheeks.

 

Without even thinking it, I ran out of my apartment, directly to the street. Without caring what I was wearing or how my face looked filled with tears.

 

 I stood on the sidewalk. I closed my eyes and lifted my head, letting the rain fall completely upon my face.

 

Ever since I was little, I always longed to do it. Simply stand on the street to enjoy how the rain fell down upon my body.

 

I always had too many worries or fears, as you would like to call them. I always wondered what would happen later, when the rainbow had disappeared. What waited for me the next day?

 

But now, alone, confused and desolated, I discovered that it wasn’t truly worth it.

 

It wasn’t worth to wait for the rainbow inside. Simply watch the rain fall outside the window didn’t help.

 

Slowly I felt how the intensity of rain decreased, and as I felt a light breeze upon me, I opened my eyes.

 

And there it was, high and imposing. The rainbow. Reining the world that one day I felt part of it, yet so out of it at the same time.

 

Smiling sadly, the only truth was revealed to me.

I never truly loved rain. I never had felt happiness at seeing it fall down upon the earth.

 

It was hope.

It was a blind dream.

 

Every time I saw the rain fall, I longed to go out and play, letting it fall freely while I enjoyed it alone.

 

Always… I always wanted to do it. But never did.

 

It was not the fear to get sick, or to get scolded.

 

Why am I the only that cannot be washed away by the rain?

 

It was the fear to stay there forever and no one came with kind words to make me understand that, if I didn’t find a safe place, I would be at risk of getting sick.

 

It was the fear to watch that beautiful rainbow appear above me.

 

Over me… and no one else.

 

It was that fear to be alone under the rain.

 

Feeling the cold.

 

Too much cold.

 

OOoOoOoOoOoOo

 

“Hyde!!”

 

I could hear a distant voice. I felt how the rain kept on falling upon my body, tired and cold. I didn’t know if I felt or not. I didn’t know if the cold that surrounded me was a product of the rain or a product of my sadness.

 

I had lost the only person that made me happy, or at least, made me feel like I was happy.

 

The only one that dared to come to me with a kind face.

 

Or at least, the only one that came to care for me one day.

 

“Sakura…” I said in almost a whisper.

 

Had he truly been the only one?

 

“HYDE!”

 

I kept my eyes closed yet I could hear the well-known voice that once had made me think about myself and change who I was.

 

Memories came to my mind again, mixing in a whirl of colors, making me feel dizzy and confused.

 

I could hear quicken steps. Boots over wet pavement.

 

Before my mind could react, I felt for the first time sudden warmth. An inexplicable warmth.

 

I felt as the warmth traveled through my whole body, reaching my head and even the tip of my toes.

 

I didn’t want it to end; I didn’t want to realize it was only a dream.

 

“OPEN YOUR EYES!” said the voice in an alarmed tone.

 

Slowly, without really thinking it, my eyes opened.

 

What they met was one of the most beautiful sights they had ever encountered.

 

In the background the sky was grey, with certain blue areas that indicated that the rain was about to end.

 

And… a rainbow. The most bright, beautiful and real I had ever seen.

 

It was as though the colors made contrast with the person before me.

 

Short hair. A reddish blonde shade of hair. Eyes immensely deep of a chocolate brown color.

 

“Tet-chan” I whispered slowly.

 

It was as thought I could see the colors as they truly were, for the first time.

 

It was as though I could capture an image with my heart, not with my mind.

 

He smiled.

 

And my heart skipped a beat.

 

“You’ll get sick if you stay here”

 

I couldn’t react. My body and my mind were in a neutral state.

 

He grabbed my hand and pulled my body to a dry place.

 

The 5 seconds it took us to reach that place, were the slowest seconds of my life.

 

I had no doubt.

 

In those 5 seconds, I found what had been hidden in my heart for more than 8 years.

 

I loved him.

 

Since that time when he pronounced those angry words. Those words who no one before had dared to say to me.

 

He was the one who made me change.

 

Now I could feel some compatibility with that rainbow that decorated the sky in that day that seemed so grey before, and was now full of color.

 

Bright, beautiful… real.

 

My love for him was like that.

 

It was not just a feeling that appeared at the idea of being alone.

 

As I saw how he, in a mere second, turned to look at me with a simple innocent smile and said: “you’re lucky, without me you would had gotten sick”...

 

I could pronounce no words. A smile sketched on my face, the first real smile since those afternoons shared with the rain and the rainbow in my childhood.

 

“Without you, my life would not be the same” I said, and he smiled even wider.

 

And the rainbow slowly disappeared. Leaving behind only the memory of that beautiful day. That day when I realized that there was nothing more beautiful than this.

 

Love.

 

Aflood in a warm rain…
That gentle noise went away.

The end

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that was it lol
lameeeeeee, i know lol
anyway, i was so much younger and innocent back them haha

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