Purple Hydrangeas Red Carnation The pattering of rain outside the windows drove everyone inside for the day.
Well, mostly everyone. I don't know what compelled me to do it, or what 'it' even was. But here I am now, dousing myself with the rain and fog that stretched across the streets. The beads of water slipped down from my neck, and gathered in the small cup I formed with my hands out of boredom. It's nice out here, in the rain, by myself. I get to think a bit about everything, I guess. I haven't seen any flowers for a long time. It's kind of funny how I always say that I hate flowers because they're so useless, and here I was giving them out. They always seem to be happy receiving flowers for some reason. I never knew why, but I feel like it makes me happy to see them like that. I should get some more flowers soon ... I never really understood why they keep asking "what do you want?" I never wanted anything for a long time. I had what I needed after all. A warm place to live, good food to eat, and not being sick all the time. A cold shiver runs through me as the rain started to pour, drowning what little sound there was in the first place. But maybe ... just maybe, no That's being selfish. And I can't afford to be like that now. There's so much worse things going on now. I'm such a lucky person. But why ... do I feel so empty? Ah, I accidentally let go of my hands and let the water run through. Oh well, I can just cup my hands again and gather it as I wait some more. ... wait? What am I waiting for? For the rain to pass? For the next job to do? For when death finally releases me from this? I ... think I lied again. I do want something, but I don't know how to say it. I wiped away the water that was getting stuck to my eyes. It's so irritating when that happens. I already don't see well as it is. But it kept getting in no matter how hard I rubbed it away. I heard a bird chirping in the distance, and looked up to see the caller. . . . Ah the rain had already stopped a long time ago. And yet the water wouldn't get out of my eyes.
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