DISCLAMER: I don't own CCS.

This is a Tomoyo angst, but that's not really clear, there are only hints of it, and hints of ExT too. I hope you like it.

RAINY DAYS

The thing about rainy days...

It was a bright sunny day

The day you left

To never return

And as tears fell from my eyes

Openly

Exposed

I just wished

It was a rainy day.

This rain that fall above us is a curtain. It makes people hide under their umbrellas, hiding their faces from everybody else.

This fog that flutter around us, stand among us, it hides everything from us. Except our selves.

The rain, the fog, even the umbrellas, all made up to hide, to cover. As we try to escape from the rain we escape from everything around us, from the people around us. But not from our selves. And as we fall deeper into self consciousness we forget about the surroundings. That's what I like about rainy days.

And my tears, that mix with the rain. As if they weren't there. I like that too.

Of course they are sad days, but my days aren't happy with sun either. They are all the same. Always grey.

But the thing about rainy days...

It's easier to pretend.

I can always pretend...

I'm not all alone.
That I am not looking for you under one of those colorful umbrellas that pass me by.
I can pretend I'm not seeing your face on every one of them, on every covered face that cross my way.

Every face I don't see, it's your face

And yet again I got so absorbed in this, and in my self, that I forgot to open my own umbrella. Now I'm soaking. My long, dark hair is all wet, dripping waterfalls down my back. My body is so wet it's shaking.

But still my eyes are looking for yours, unceasing. Still I hope you'll be under the next umbrella, still hope you'll come here and hold me like you used to and I'll be warm once more.

But you didn't come.

You won't...

Never.

So I open my umbrella and keep walking, glad for the shield it provides.

After all...
I can always pretend...
On rainy days.

A.N.: Well, that's it. And now that it's finished I just see it doesn't make much sense, in fact, it doesn't make sense at all! That's what you get when you try to write angst in a sunny, happy Christmas eve! Anyway, I still hope you guys like it and be so kind to review. Constructive criticism will be very well accepted as tips of any kind. (12.24.02)

Edited on June 18th, 2007. I corrected the grammar and fixed some sentences that made no sense. The rest was left untouched for nostalgic purposes.