With the Rain, Comes the Flowers
He was my hero and she was my reason to smile. Now they're both gone, but in different ways.
He was now in District two, she was now wherever death brings one. I still don't know where that is. But I hope that it's somewhere warm and bright. She was always a cheerful person, she needed somewhere bright and pretty.
My mom always said that tears are good for cleansing the soul. But my brother always said that tears were for babies, like little Posy.
Posy wasn't a baby anymore. She's still the baby of the family, but she's a woman now, twenty years old, and drop dead gorgeous. Gale wasn't here anymore, he was in District two. So it was up to me to keep the horny guys away from our sister. I wasn't sure if I was living up to my brother's standards though.
She was currently dating Rudolph Harply from the merchant section of town. At least she had good taste. Maybe Gale would actually come home if Posy got married. He hadn't been back here in years and I missed him.
Vick had gone to visit Gale last year and said that Gale was doing well. But Gale wasn't married, or even seeing anyone. Vick said that he was married to his house, that he had only two types of plants at his house, and both were thriving well.
It was raining here in twelve, springtime was always dreary and depressing.
Mom always said that the rain brought flowers, it brought baby animals and roots and blooms.
Prim always loved this time of year the most. She would fawn over the baby deer in the woods and stop to smell the roses.
Prim had always made me smile, even when I was in the worst of moods. She knew just what to say to make my lips turn up at the corner.
I missed her every minute, but I wasn't the only one who wished that she was still alive. Prim's death had brought upon the destruction of Gale and Katniss's friendship, it had ruined Katniss's life, it made Mrs. Everdeen sink into her work.
One life had changed dozens of others. Mine was just one among others.
I walked to the meadow, there was no one there, except ghosts of people past. I ignored the rain drops that fell on my bare arms as I strolled the grassy area.
I had the sudden urge to skip and dance in the rain. I threw back my head and opened my mouth, catching the raindrops, but missing many more.
I was a grown man, and I was acting like a child. Mom would be proud, Gale would be embarrassed, Vick would be disgusted. But Prim, dear Prim, she would be dancing and singing with me.
The rain stopped without warning and I looked to see a double rainbow smiling at me in the sky.
The meadow was filled with flowers, and right by my feet was the one that always made me stop.
A Primrose.
With the rain, comes the flowers. And not just any flower, but Primroses. A promise of a bright future.