Rain
A lone figure sits, hunched over on a park bench, her shoulders shaking with sobs. No one is there to see her, to acknowledge her pain or comfort her. Her long braid is messy, her clothing is rumpled, and all in all she feels ready to fall apart.
She feels a drop on her hand that is colder than the rest, then another. In the distance, a deep rumbling sounds, seeming to make the very ground hum.
With a puzzled look, she sits up as the raindrops begin to fall in earnest. The air begins to fill with the smells of damp earth and wet pavement.
The girl swallows and tilts her head towards the gray sky. Cool raindrops trickle down her young, pale face, washing away the lines of tears down her cheeks. The girl's slender hands close around the moist wood of the park bench as she releases a deep breath, looking around her. Another clap of thunder sounds in the distance.
A rainy fog has descended down on the park, softening the harsh edges of the world and dropping a curtain between her and the rest. The girl stands up slowly, slowly feeling the burdens on her shoulders lighten.
As she kicks off her sandals and steps into the clean, wet grass, she breathes a sigh of relief. For the moment, at least, she is free, and the rain has washed away all the problems of the day.
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I like this.