Forest: It was raining, and I've been stressing, so I went outside and sat in the rain to clear my head. While I was out there, I was inspired to write this. .

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Rain
It was raining. She’d always loved the rain. When she heard the drops falling softly on her window, she smiled. This was her favorite part of the summer season, the afternoon rainstorms. After quickly telling her friends she was talking to on AIM that she’d be back in a bit, she put on her gym shorts (they dried fast) and a tank top, grabbed a towel, and ran outside. She placed the towel in the little wooden box on the inside of the porch before slipping on her flip flops and walking out into the rain. Water droplets fell on her face as she turned it up towards the sky, smiling.

She needed this. What with all the stress and pain of school and men, a rain shower would do her good. She was not a hero, not a witch or a wizard; not a ninja or a god; she was not a warrior or a demon. She was simply human, dealing with human emotions. She was a thinker, but her thoughts lately strayed to places that left her heart hurting and her eyes wet. She was a writer, but spending her nights hunched over a keyboard or notebook had left her back and shoulders tense and sore.

She sat in the rain, perched upon the lowered tail gate of her father’s truck, and let the rain soak her, body and soul. The feeling of the cool water sliding across her skin eased aching muscle. The quiet sound of the rain hitting the world around her chased any pain from her head. The splashing of the cold droplets against her face cleared all the clutter from her mind.

She sat like that, still and smiling, eyes closed, face raised to the sky until she was drenched. When she took her rain showers, the world around her was forgotten, and time was not an issue. Yet, she realized she must have been out there for a very long time. Gracefully, she slipped from the tailgate and jogged back up to the house, retrieving the towel from it’s cubby and drying herself off. Still wrapped in the towel, she slipped back inside and returned to her computer.

No one said a word. It was not a strange occurrence for Rayne to go and sit, or even dance, in her namesake.