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Mar 31, 2006 10:49

Word Count: 190
Muse: Beth
Rating: PG


She used to love it. Rain. The way it felt hitting her skin when it came down from the sky. That changed as she grew up.
Rain started to reflect other things. Like changes in the seasons.
Fear that the ocean would turn choppy and her father wouldn't come home.
Not that she would care now. Rain had washed away too much of the love she once had.
It had washed it away the day they buried her mother. She had been sick for so long. When she died it had been dry. But when they buried her the rain wouldn't stop.
Beth had cried latter along with the sky. She could recall to this day her brother wanting to leave. Him starting to argue with their father. Then that's when the words came. The angry shouts back and fourth. And then the vow she heard, Ryan vowing to never be like their Father.
She had made a choice then. Never to attach rain to memories like this if she could help it. Problem was now the only time she recalls that vow is when the rain hits the roof.
Cross-posted to libraryofwinds

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