Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Written for May Event.
She lay on the grass with the rain falling, drenching her. She found something soothing in laying in the rain.
It was like some sort of cold, wet lullaby that didn't have words have words.
Some people found her laying the rain, odd, but then they seemed to find everything she said or did odd.
Not that it bothered her what people thought because she was sure that they were too afraid to do anything that they wanted to do in case someone thought it peculiar.
She had the freedom to be who she wanted to be and they didn't.