I almost cried as I wrote this. If you play the song as you read, or even just hum the tune, it'll become something so beautiful and sad. And right after the first 'I wanna know - Have you ever seen the rain?', the story actually goes to the tune. And I just realized, that if you do it right, the entire thing goes to the song. Huh.
Oh, and just so you know, this isn't about Naruto. This isn't Naruto's story. It is Deidara's, one of the most ill understood and often wrongly genderized characters. This is the first chapter of his story, AU of course, and it's something like a prologue. This is where his story begins. This is where a happy life ended, before it even really began. And if you read this right, you will never see the rain again in the same light.
The characters may not be real, but as much as we wish to ignore the fact, the situation IS real. There are children, some no older than a few months all the way up to young adults who are beaten and abused by others. Behind closed doors, in an alley, in the picture-perfect happy family. Everywhere. This is reality. It could have been you. If you yourself derive pleasure by abusing children, I hope your carcass rots and you are forsaken by every person you have ever known. I am not allowed to give names, but the events in this story are true (although not all to one case), based off of events that happened to several people I know. In a way, this is their story. They wanted to let the world know, for you to see things through your own eyes what life can be like. Some small parts are made up, but none of it is exaggereated.
Just remember. This story is bad, but in truth, it is nowhere near the lowest of the low.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto or any of the characters therein. They are the property of Masashi Kishimoto.
'lyrics' in italics
'story' in bold italics
Have You Ever Seen The Rain?
Someone told me
long ago
There's a calm before the storm
I know
Images flash. A newborn child cradled in his mother's arms, the father standing by. Another. This time the child is held by his father, rocking it gently and smiling down. There is love it seems.
It's been coming
for some time
When it's over so they say
It'll rain on a
sunny day
I know
Another. Years later, a small boy stands over his mother as slow droplets of cold water fall on her once warm skin. Blue eyes open wide and empty, staring to the sky as the tears begin to fall. She will never see them. Her arms will never again encircle a frightened child to take away his fears. Her soft voice won't ever croon another lullaby into the darkness. A small hand brushes across a fair cheek and tiny fingers flutter across lashes glistening with false tears. Their reddened tips trace through the moisture gathered there, rivulets of water running away from their delicate touch to slip out of sight into the ground.
Shining down like water
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
Water spots the back of a small hand as it's little fingers run softly over golden tresses pressed into the damp ground; silky locks that will never again be brushed as a woman sits before and open window, golden sunlight bathing her in radiance as she hums a simple melody to the canary that warbles back from its wire cage. Never again.
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
Coming down on a
sunny day
Beautiful blue eyes rimmed with tears for what can't be understood, as he holds his mother close.
Yesterday and
days before
Sun is cold and rain is hard
I know
And his father comes across them, lying there upon the road. His eyes are rimmed in tears and its all one child's fault. Things will never be the same, no longer a happy home.
It's been that
way for all my time
Till forever on it goes
Through the circle fast and slow
Love
is forgotten, and all the child shows is another set of welts and
another night alone. He dreams and all he sees is rain falling from
the sky.
I know
And it
can't stop I wonder
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
He dreams and all he sees is another day gone by.
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
He lives and all he knows is that there used to be a time without the pain.
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
Now the mother's gone leaving a child all alone. And when he sees the rain, falling soft and falling slow, he can't help but wonder, if anyone will ever know what its like to see the rain, when it's the only love you know.
I wanna know
Have you ever seen the rain?
Thank you for reading this sad, sad story. It is only the first chapter of something, but I know not what. Reviews are welcome, but flamers will be rebuked.