Pitter Patter?
I rested my knee on the scalding black pavement and listened for the pitter patter that my town had long been deprived of. In fact, It had been two long and arduous months since I had danced the soles of my feet to the rhythm of the rain.
"Kagome, dear?"
I could almost imagine tasting the juicy water droplets on my chapped lips.
"Kagome?"
I could almost imagine myself drenched in the cool liquid, and my thick black hair tamed into little ringlets that dripped the precious substance.
"KAGOME!"
My dreams had come to a halt with the nagging voice of my mother.
"Yes, Mother?"
My mother gave an exasperated sigh and a disapproving glance.
"Gome, you need to stop day dreaming and start preparing for yet another rainless month. Kami, won't this get any better?"
"No worries, Okaasan! I can feel the rain!" came a shrill voice.
"Souta! " I shouted happily, for he had stopped our mother from droning out complaints for hours and hours. I held him by his small delicate wrists and twirled him around with my white cotton skirts as a haven for our dog, Suki.
"Yip! Yip! Yap!" squealed the seven month old ivory puppy.
"That's the spirit!" I yelled.
"STOP THIS NONSENSE AT ONCE!" boomed a baritone of a voice.
" Gomen nasai, Otou-san."
Sheepishly, I ushered my little brother to go back into the house.
"Nee-chan! I don't wanna go!" Gently, I stroked his flushed cheek to assuage his childish tantrums.
"Souta, no. We don't want Otou-san to get angered, ne?"
This was the monotonous life that I had led for seventeen (almost eighteen!) years. Okaa-san complained and nagged, while Otou- san didn't believe in childish bliss and emotions. It was always work…work…and work. Walk the dog! Wash the dishes! Feed Souta! Dry the clothes! Clean the room! Chores! Chores! And more chores.
If I had known what would befall me, I would have been ecstatic to continue living my broken record of a life.