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201. The Sound of the Rain

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The Sound of the Rain

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The young girl pressed her palm against the cool window nonchalantly listening to the sound of the rain against the window. Tap. A single drop hits the window and then silently slides down to the ground, a long drop from her third floor window. Nearly her entire south wall was glass looking out upon a lush forest. The young girl pushed her long, raven black hair away from her eyes and sighed as she failed at keeping all the loose strands restrained. She rose from her seat in the wooden chair by the window and walked over to the book shelf and slid her finger down the spines on several books one at a time. Her dress was short but her jacket trailed on the floor behind her, she herself only 5” 7”. She was dressed entirely in black; her black stockings were the only things that seemed rather gray upon her deathly pale skin.
“Orchid.”
Her brother approached, he had let himself in and moved silently across the room toward her, he himself garnished entirely in black.

Tap. Tap. Tap. TAP. TAP. TAP

The rain seemed to grow louder outside, ravaging the window like a wild beast as Orchid’s brother closed the distance between them.
“The rain, so depressing when it’s already so glum around her all the time, we never get a drop of sunshine, what with all the clouds and everything.”
She remained silent glaring at her brother as if he were the devil himself; she would not dare grace him with a single word and simply looked away. She refused to acknowledge he had spoken to her. He simply blinked slowly and sighed, he approached the window repeating the same motion as his sister placing his hand upon the glass.
“The sound of the rain, it’s like a song but too depressing a song for me.”
Orchid had now chosen a book and was reading intently, she acted as is she had not heard her brother speak. Her brother turned back to her and she simply continued with her book and he left, closing the distance between him and the door in only a few graceful strides.

“The sound of the rain
Accompanied by sorrow
But never by hope”

She murmured a simple poem to herself, a thought off the top of her head, completely impulse. Her poems were truly like rain, a song never sung the same.
Cuz I felt like it. I found the theme in someone's journal and just came up with something. I'm a bad writer so yeah focus on the haiku around the end.
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tiskitz's avatar
I really like the visuals you put in the poem (because I'm a very visual person). I can imagine the people and taste the weather. I couldn't really see the room except for the bookcase, but I don't think that's too much of a problem.

This is just my humble opinion, rain isn't always devoid of hope. If seen in a different light, it marks new life for plants and it's what helps make the landscape nice and lushly green. Just a tidbit that might be interesting to use later on when people are feeling down. Ok now I'm just rambling. D: