Kyle, Kenny, and South Park do not belong to me, they belong to Matt Stone and Trey Parker. This is for a friend of mine who's angsting right now, Please feel better soon~ (You know who you are, woman)


Rain

Kyle was a fan of rain. He didn't know if it was the wind, or the beautiful droplets or rain. It calmed him down when he's been in a fight with Cartman or Stan has been giving him shit in one way or the other. It felt like it washed away his worries; his frustrations.

He loved the sound, the sight. He thought it was breathtaking, especially if he sat at Starks Pond. He'd gaze absentmindedly at the pond as the droplets of rain made soft ripples.

Kenny would join Kyle if his parents were arguing, fighting, or getting stoned. It brought them closer as friends. They would have meaningful talks about life, about how they were doing. And they both really enjoy their time together.

Kyle was a fan of rain. He didn't know if it was the wind, or the beautiful droplets of rain. But he knows it's because it brought both him and Kenny closer as friends.


It's so short...but I really hope you enjoy it, my dear.

I hope who ever else read it enjoys it and maybe I made someone smile too. That's what i'm hoping..

It sucks so bad too...

- Yazi