Rain
Mami always hated it when it rained for any reason and now was no different. She preferred the subtle way that light could dance through the clouds around the city in striking beams. She preferred the roasting heat of a summer's day with cicadas chirping carried along over the sounds of a population in exhalation. She preferred the way scarlet light bathed the city in its delightfully exquisite glow.
Anything but the rain.
Right now Mami had no idea what to do, as another red glow left her life and she was grimly aware that there would be no return of the red glow once the night had passed. She had taken solace in that pictures could capture the scarlet sunset, and she did this often enough. But she couldn't bring herself to capture this one. It simply would not do this one justice. That and she simply couldn't bear to take the picture now.
Not when they were being swallowed by the rain.
How foolish had she been, to have presumed that they could continue as they always had without incident? It had always been only a matter of time before something of their lifestyle caught up to them, and Mami knew she should not treat it as such a surprise. But why did it have to happen this way? Why, when they were so happy, so carefree, so together?
Why did it have to rain on them?
She understood. Too well she understood why she could not follow while her light left her. Someone had to stop others from making the same miserable mistakes they had made. Someone had to counsel others in the ways that things should be done. But, God, why did she have to do it alone in the rain?
What had she done to deserve rain?
Mami felt her heart clench as her light turned back one last time. Gold met red through the pouring rain and Mami gave a sad smile, to which the only response was the smirk that she had seen more and more of. It seemed hollow, and this time not because it was protecting a damaged interior, but because it lacked the same passion and conviction it normally held.
Damn this rain.
They turned away slowly, her waling to places unknown, and Mami closing the door softly behind her as she retreated back into her apartment. Everything held a surreal-ness about it; nothing seemed to look right, casting the wrong sort of shadows. She thudded down into a chair and stared at pictures she had hanging on the wall.
She felt a spot of moisture land in her lap. With a shaking hand, she brushed the offending liquid off her lap. She buried her face into a pillow and the rain poured and poured and poured.
God, how she hated the rain.
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