Every time I fall, I appear in the reflection of a puddle. My stream occupies the edge of the road or sometimes in the form of a puddle in the middle of a walkway or just amongst the bushes. No matter where I am though, I always see a person, one girl crying disguising her tears under the pouring of my soul dripping onto her face. Sometimes she weeps, sometimes she crouches, sometimes she hits herself and on that dim, cloudy day, all I can do is watch her. From the side as a merely puddle.
It makes me happy to have a partner there for me always by my side, who understands me.
People usually shelter me, don't let me in no matter how desperately I want to come and just give them a hug. When I come through people's vehicle, they close their window, when I give them a hug while walking they wash me off, when I attach myself on their feet after the sun has come out in my brown form they grind me against the dirt pavement. Often have kids playing around, but after some rolling around, there parents takes them away, removing any assembles of my hug that ever appeared there, calling me, "filthy," or "disgusting". It's lonely, oh so lonely.
No one realises what I offer to this planet, this plain, and maybe it's because they don't need me. Only one girl understands my values and she is the only person to ever find solace in my existence. I drift as a cloud when I get tired of coming to this earth, when I get lonely again I come down for some friends. Slowly, I stopped coming down and than it seems they get mad at me so I could down, but to no avail, no one was waiting for me.
In the sun people have joy, people go to the beach, people run around enjoying , but when I come, everyone runs away. Nobody's there except her. She often stays outside her house, because maybe she sees me a friend, and tries to comfort me so I always come. She seems to come into the backyard with bruises on her face. Frequently, she tells me about the people hitting her, "her step father," while his two "real" daughters are spoiled with love. I don't know what that means but she looks abandoned, just like me. That makes me happy. I dazzle her with a splash of my love to clean her with my hands never seem to work and instead she seems to brush off my warmth and affection.
"Maybe she's just shy."
One time in a large building away from the house she usually stays at, I saw her in a unique outfit. "Maybe she is attending a party," was my first thought, but no she walked in and stayed there for a long .... time.
I would sometimes boom with the lightning to see what she was doing and I just saw her around her friends. It seems she is always playing around with her friends as they would approach her closely and play tag, when everyone else was gone. After some time she just stood there crouching scattered. She laughed, she cried, she pounded her head against the wall, she checked her bag, she curse under her breath. Than she begged up to the skies, "please God, can you please stop my pain, I'm tired, I'm so tired," she begged for me, she wanted me.
So I followed her home.
Her outfit was drenched as vehicle flew by her dampening her clothes even more. She looked more and more like myself as she wandered the plains of mother earth, walking back to her home where a man was waiting. *THUMP!* *CRASH!*. She just walked out again with the same bruises she had before, just coming back
"WHY DO YOU KEEP FOLLOWING ME RAIN!!!! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!!!" Those lashes came out so dastardly that I flinched. "She couldn't be talking about me right?" So I ignored her, and followed her just once again giving my love to her.
The next day I had a deep feeling inside my cloud, the middle to be precise. A large thumping a heavy weight to come back down to rain more. I never felt this way with a human but it was so real, I started to feel my evaporation happening faster when I thought of my young "girlfriend". I couldn't wait to see her again, so I kept pouring down. And down. And ..... down.
One day I was pouring extremely heavily and in her hand was something sharp. She walked out of her house so I came down not knowing what she wanted from me so I poured down heavier than I ever had before and came down to see what sh.
Her lips moved for a bit but under my heavy breath I couldn't figure those words out. "I h-e, m-, l-e, pl-, k-, m-."
A cut of lighting came down as I saw her fall backwards her beautiful hair and body flowing with the powerful gales surrounding her. She fell into my arms and started soiling my puddle with red. Slowly my puddle fusing with her body as she seemed to ..... kiss me while lying down on me. Oh how romantic she was being now and she didn't seem to move while. Finally I feel loved, I feel human now, I belong somewhere, because I have someone to Solace with me in the rain.