Rain with Emotion

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The rain8

Began to fall.9

The lightning                    flashed and 10

Lit                                                        up                          the11

Entire night sky.12

The thunder   rolled                     and roared         to make it’s presence known.13

Rain began   to pour more steadily.14

The lightning flashed again quickly revealing a girl with her head buried in her arms.  She was crying.  Sobbing and sniffling.  Not a sad sob but one of anger.  She lifted her head for air and screamed out, 15

“Why does she have to be such a bitch!”16

With that she swiftly moved her arm back to hit the brick wall she was leaning against for support.  17

“FUCK!” she screamed, when she realized that hitting the brick wall with her elbow would only hurt.  A gust of wind blew violently making her already tangled, wet hair blow to one side of her face.  She suddenly heard the noisy bustle of the street and realized that people could hear her.  She looked out into the street.  No one was staring.  Everyone was stuck in their own fast paced walk to get home and out of the rain.  She pushed the hair out of her face with one hand and with the other she started to push herself up.  The rain continued to pour down steadily, not stopping for anything.  The girl stood about five foot six.  She was dressed in soaking wet jeans and a navy green hoodie, both of which were too big and hanging off of her.  She shuffled her feet and began to walk.  People on the streets were still in their fast paced walk and ignoring others except when bumping into another’s path.  The girl did not flow steadily like the people or the rain.  She walked slowly with her hands in her hoodie pocket.  After about a block she reached a mob of people who were standing in a line by the local movie theatre.  She glanced up at the call board.  “Star Wars Episode III, Revenge of the Sith” it read.  Continuing on past the mob she reached a place called “Jack’s House of Jittery, Jumpy, Java”.  She opened the door and quickly went inside.  The bell on the door rang and the cashier at the counter looked up.  The cashier stood up and closed the magazine he had been reading.  A smile broke across his face.  His lips parted and began to form a word.  She cut him off.18

“Don’t even make a corny little joke of yours because I have only known you for 2 days and I already hate you.  Plus I’ll have Jack fire you .  And he will, because I said so.” she barked at him.  He stood with his mouth still forming the word and the grin began to slowly fade as she quickly walked to the door that led back to a tiny hallway with doors.   The cashier started to jog to the door.19

“You can’t go back there,” he said while blocking her hand from the doorknob.20

“Actually, what is your name, Ricky or something, I can.” she said blowing him off.  She moved his hand and opened the door and walked through closing it behind her.  There were 3 doors.  The one in front of her had a sign that read “Storage”.  The one to the right read “Employee Breakroom”.  The door on the left had a moveable sign that hung from a string on a nail.  The moveable sign said: Asleep, Don’t wake me up unless you want to die.  She headed for the door on the left.  Slowly she turned the doorknob and creaked the door open.  The thunder cracked loudly making her jump.  She peered into the darkroom.  The room had a twin sized bed, a nightstand that was littered with random objects, and a desk with computer chair at it.  The bed had someone in it.  She snuck into the room and closed the door behind her.  She walked to the opposite side of the room.  There was a basket of neatly folded laundry laying in it.  She picked up a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from the basket.  She pulled off her wet clothes and put the dry clothes on.  She quietly walked over to the bed, so as not to wake the sleeper.  She looked at the person in the bed.  He had the most peaceful look on his face.  She carefully lifted the sheets and slipped into the bed with him.  As she curled up with him she began to feel better.  She was with someone she trusted.  He always made her smile.  He kept breathing in a heavy peaceful rhythm as she lay next to him listening to the rain fade on with her anger.  Slowly she fell into the heavy peaceful breathing rhythm and she drifted off.21

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She awoke suddenly and began to breathe heavily as she tried to remember where she was.  Suddenly she felt someone holding her and she turned to look.  She sighed a gigantic sigh of relief when she saw who it was.  It was Jack.  She remembered where she was now.  She was in Jack’s bedroom at the coffee house.  She closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep.  An image formed behind her eyelids.  Quickly she opened her eyes.  The reason she had woken up was a nightmare.  The images from the nightmare were forming and replaying when she closed her eyes.  Outside the lighting flashed and she jerked.  “Wha…..who’s there?!?” Jack asked in a confused haze of sleep and curiosity.  “Shhhhh…it’s Joey” she said quieting him.  Jack nodded and leaned in and kissed her on the cheek.  He turned his torso to see the clock.  “It’s 3:30”  he said as he fell back onto the bed.  “What are you doing here?”  Jack asked.  Joey was quiet for a moment, then said “I got into a fight with Sam.”  “I’m sorry sweetie. . . come here”  Jack said while opening his arms up to Joey.  “Let me guess, something to do with Jeff?”  Jack said softly.  Joey nodded as she began to cry into Jack’s shoulder.  The rain was slowly starting up again.  Not a heavy angered rain but a kind and sad rain.  Joey muttered into Jack’s shoulder, “She has to check with him on everything with me.  Suddenly he feels threatened or something. . . . I just want to be with her, I don’t want to take her away from him, I just want to be with her too.  I mean I don’t like him but if she likes him I at least have to tolerate him and I do.  I just want ..to …be …..with ….her.”  The pauses were filled with sniffles and tears.  He rubbed her back gently.  “Come on, stand up”  he said pulling himself up and helping her up as well.  She had a very confused look on her face.  He smiled gently and found two pairs of clean socks and handed one to her.  “Put your shoes on, I want to show you something.”  he said.  She nodded and did as she was told.  Jack led the way out of the bedroom, through the hall into the coffee shop.  The coffee shop was dark except for the street light outside.  Jack unlocked the door and walked outside into the still pouring rain.  Joey, still confused, did not argue and followed him diligently.  Jack reached out and held Joey’s hand.  Joey looked at him and slightly smiled.  They walked down the street past where Joey had been crying.  Finally they reached the little, rickety walking bridge that was covered in vines and undergrowth.  Jack turned and looked to Joey and held both of her hands in his.  He took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly.  “This…is were I first met Anthony…..he was trying to cross this thing to go into town to check it out.  He was new in town so he didn’t know that the bridge was so fragile.  There is a piece of wood out in the center of it that is broken.  Anthony broke it, it was wet and he slipped and broke it.”  Joey tilted her head up to look at Jack and asked him “Is that what you drug me out here in the rain to show me?”  Jack nodded and smiled “Let me explain.  I wanted to show you the bridge because it represents my heart.  Anthony didn’t know me so he didn’t know my heart was fragile.  And even though he didn’t mean to he broke it a little.  I just wanted to show you that people may not mean to break things and they do on accident.  Things we do all have symbolism in our lives.  Sam having to ask Jeff is symbolic about Sam’s insecurities about things.  And look at this, it’s raining and you are upset.  I guess that has symbolism too doesn’t it?”  Joey smiled and said “Yea, it symbolizes that we are getting wet.”  Jack laughed and then held her hand and said “Let’s go back to the coffee house and I will brew up some joe for you joe, and then we will try and figure something out, ok?”  Joey said nothing.  She pulled him in close to her and hugged him.  After she let him go from the embrace she took his hand and led the way back to the coffee house.23