Author's Note:
This is a drabble based on the Japanese light novel series and anime films, Kara no Kyoukai [ (空の境界 ] by Nasu Kinoko. I do not own any of the characters portrayed, all are under the rightful ownership of their author/creators. I also do not own the song "Singing in the Rain" by Arthur Freed and Nacio Herb Brown which I have made reference to in the following fiction. However I do have the complete ownership of this piece of literature and do not wish for it to be distributed or recreated in any form, part or whole without my permission. Thank you.
Please do not hesitate to be critical of my writing as I am still a fairly new fanfiction author. Comments are greatly appreciated!
Rain
Echoes in a forest path.
The rain began to fall, not heavy, not light. There was a coolness in the air, a soft breath of fresh mountain wind.
Shiki came to a stop and looked towards the sky. Her unblinking eyes surveying the drops of rain that pelted on her face. The bamboos were high above her, creating a wall of dark green and black. A circle of moon appeared, shielded by thin, grey clouds that hid the rest of the night's dark blue sky. Rain clung to the leaves, then fell. Then fell again, and again. The air was thick with the scent of mud and grass. The rain made a sound, like rice plunging onto a mess of tiny drums scattered all over the forest; the breeze held its short, distinct rhythm. Crystal clear.
And all at once, there was an emptiness; a loneliness that could not be described.
The forsaken forest of crowded bamboo, each stalk so straight and solid, yet so hollow.
The brown haired girl, motionless, thoughtless. Void. Her hair was soaked to its very roots, clustering in short strands of chestnut hue. The wonders of the rain was all she took in, slowly, deeply. Her mind held nothing else. Like bamboo, there she stood, hard and purposed, and empty. And she let the rain capture her, engulf her with it's cold, watery flame. It burned her smooth, white porcelain skin, glided off her strawberry red jacket, and stained her long, navy blue kimono.
"Singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain..." she hummed half to herself, remembering her friend's low voice in her head. She could feel a tremor past through her body as a memory of him flashed across her mind; an image of him, leaning against the pillar next to her under the verandah, rain thundering down. Kokutou had offered her an umbrella, and then wanted to wait with her until her ride came to pick her up. She remembered his childlike face, and his naive smiles.
She dug her toes into the heel of her boots, and slid off the shoes along with her already-damp socks.
Her bare feet touched the earth; the hard, stone pavement.
And then she walked home.
"What a glorious feeling. I'm happy again..."