Why the rain makes me cry

The rain. You wont see them. All of it gets washed way. Too much of it gets washed away. I don't need him. Or anybody. I love nobody and nobody loves me. I'm treated like a monster. The rain is my only friend. The tears and the rain mmix together so you can never see them.


1. Rain

(Rhain's) POV

"Who does the sky cry? Is it mourning? Or are those happy tears?" I ask looking up at the crying sky. "Why does it make me want to cry? Why am I feeling like this?" I asked clenching my hand over where my heart is. "I thought I learned to block this out? So why? Why do I cry? Is it because of you?" I asked looking at a photo of a woman. In the photo the woman has green eyes and navy blue hair. ere eyes we filled with sadness but was trying hard to cover it with fake happiness. I sat down on my bed and brushed my dark hair. I got Her hair color and His eyes. Navy blue and gold. "I think I will go and take a walk." I said out loud. I threw on black pants and plain red and black shirt with red converse. I grabbed my phone, Headphones, and walked down the stairs. I opened the door. "Where do you think your going brat?" asked my father. "I am going for a walk." I stated emotionless. "Yeah. Go catch pneumonia while your at it or something. You freak." he said and drank his beer. "Yes father I will try." I said without any hint of me caring. "Don't call me your father you witch." he growled. "Sorry. Sir." I said. He glared at me. "Get out of here!" he yelled. I nodded and waked out of the house with no jacket on out into the rain. Not even an umbrella.

"Oh. Dear goodness Rhain!" said our neighbor. "There is no need to worry. I am perfectly content with this. I enjoy the rain." I said and walked on. Some people that were stuck in the rain immediately scurried away from me. "look. It's her!" "Look it's the demon. "No she's a witch." some said and argued. I ignored them and continued to walk. I walked into the woods that were on the outskirts of the town I live in. "Get out of here!" some people yelled and threw rocks at me. I just ignored them and walked into the woods. One of them hit me in the back of the head pretty hard. I felt a stinging sensation in the back of my head but it soon went numb. I was used to the pain now. Ever since I was little this started when I first learned to walk. I continued to walk deeper into the woods until I came to a field. Every day that it rained I come here. The rain washed them away. Everything that I don't want to remember. I came here to just sit in the rain while listening to my music.

I stayed in this field when it rained until it stopped. There was no use to come here when it didn't rain. By now my clothes have already been soaked through. I didn't mind the cold. I guess I was tired, because I woke up and there was a figure coming closer to me. It looked like a boy but either way I didn't want anybody to see me out here. I stood up in my drenched clothes and walked away from the field. I stumbled a little at first but I was fine. I decided. I would come back. Only when it would rain.

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