I am a new story writer and hope that you all like this... it was written before the episode at the hospital aired, i just never got around to actually posting, half cause i didnt know if it was really any good, and half cause i just kept forgetting. but hey no time like the present, hope you like it, read and review.

i dont own one tree hill or the characters.

And the Rain Falls

This night seemed like it was just a nightmare, nothing more then a restless sleep, but he was unable to wake up.

This was supposed to be one of the best nights of his life. Not only did the Ravens win the State Championship but he was told the news every expecting father was hoping to hear, he'd be having a son. His wife, his Haley was having a baby boy. A child he could teach things too, change the cycle his father had created with, he could love with all his heart. He was so happy. He was too happy to think about what Daunte would do if the Ravens did win that game. He was too happy to care. After they had won, although he was scared, he was ready to take the responsibility, no matter how bad it would be. Then in less then 30 seconds, everything he felt, the happiness, the carelessness, the readiness, the love, it was all gone. Daunte, that name rang in his head when he saw Haley fly over the roof of that car. He ran to her, he didn't know what to do; he had no clue how to handle this. Then he saw Luke, he only remembered getting up, yelling a few words about his helpless wife and running over to the car. It all turns to blur after that. He knew there was hitting, and police, and Dan, being nice. Then he was at the hospital.

Now he sits in the waiting room. Extremely early that next morning, it started to rain. Haley and he loved the rain, it was their special thing. So simple, but it was always there when something good happened. He wasn't sure why it was there this particular day; nothing was good about this day. He sat there crying, he never cried, he was a man, no one saw him cry, not even Haley. But this time he couldn't help it. He saw his brother being wheeled into the hospital right behind his wife. He had nothing else to do but cry. There was nothing good about this day, he hated the rain, it was taunting him, and he hated it when people taunted him. Then he realized it wasn't the rain at all, it was him, he hated himself. If he would have never met that man, never asked for his help, this would have never happened. His wife and his child wouldn't be in danger. His brother would have taken those pills because he wouldn't have had to try to win that game on his own. None of this would have happened. Yes, he definitely didn't hate the rain; it was him, and only him.

Brooke and Peyton walked in the waiting room and saw Nathan sitting all alone. He looked defeated like nothing could fix this; he looked scared and totally conquered. They didn't say a word, he looked up, they sat next to him on either side, the both took one of his hands and laid their heads on his shoulders and they waited. Peyton stared blankly unable to cry, Brooke let the tears roll one by one trying to contain herself, but Nathan, Nathan remembered, he hated himself and remembered…..