RAIN
The light foreboding of a heavy storm lingered in every corner of the silent house. Blossom stood poised by the window, eyes glued to the outside world as rain continued to ever so softly tap the earth. It was a gentle, nimble, touch; unlike the rough smitten ones Buttercup always had. And she dreamed that maybe, with the rain would come her sisters. But still nothing happened in the decrepit little dusty house of peeling walls as a soft sigh escaped her lips. She remembered how Buttercup loved the rain; frolicking freely in the dirt until the mud covered girl could no longer be recognized. And how Bubbles liked to walk on with her fancy little umbrella, a pair of stylish galoshes and a pretty blue rain coat to complete the look. And she herself well, she never quite indulged in such simple comforts. On a day like this, she would be inside—spending her time in the warmth of some beloved building while her sisters thrived. It just never quite occurred to her that they'd one day part with the rain they loved to play in so much.