Rain can wash away almost everything. Soothe the pain, finally freeing the tears you spent so long suppressing. To allow you to drown in your sadness, only to resurface stronger. Befriend your demons, and face your fears. Your screams of agony dampened beneath the roar of the thunder. For the first time in forever, you’re able to hear your thoughts, drenched to the bone but finally in peace. Alone with your thoughts, you have space to think. To finally let out your pent-up emotions and wander deep within your soul as you listen to the rhythmic beats of Mother Nature. Feeling the warm autumn breeze blow against your wet skin. Rain brings comfort in your darkest times. It’s a living reminder that the sun will resurface and better days will come.

She was a girl, he was a boy. They met at the wrong place at the wrong time. But it was written on the stars as they danced through the rain, with the silvery moonlight as their spotlight and the asphalt as their stage. Dancing away their pain and sadness, bringing the light. Without a care in the world, they were finally free. The little prince and his rose, on their own planet, in their own world.

I asked him what his favorite color is, but he didn’t know. Looking into his hazel eyes, marbled with color contrasting elegantly against his tanned skin. That was when I decided to find his favorite color.
Lying on the soft grass I pointed up into the sky. The quiet pastel blue covering us like a blanket. But he only shook his head.
Hiking up a steep cliff I pointed to the oak tree, sitting proud and tall luscious green leaves spilling over the sides. But he only shook his head.
Sitting on a rock we stare up into the sunset, yellow merging with orange. But he only shook his head.
Standing up I’m ready to move on when I trip. Wincing as a sharp stone sliced a deep **** in my thigh. My blood spills out, crimson red dripping down my bare leg. His eyes mesmerized, almost glowing as he leaned in close his nose centimeters away from the river of blood flowing out of the wound. Closing his eyes he took a deep breath. Opening his glowing eyes he stared up at me, smiling. That’s when I thought it was red. Little did I know… it was blood.

“I find peace in the rain” and with that, she walked into the rain and didn’t look back...
That was the last time anyone saw her. She was a girl, a broken girl. She was a perfectly broken girl that lived under a broken roof in a broken world. After all, when your life falls apart it’s hard not to fall with it.