Raining
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Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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It was raining again.
With wet bark against his back and the tips of his fingers numb, he watched the pouring rain. He stood staring up at the endless expanse of sky, with nothing to stand between; nothing but the gripping, overwhelming loneliness that washed over as the rain fell. No voices to interrupt his tumbling, shallow thoughts and whispers, keeping him from losing himself, nothing but the steady sound of rain.
He watched as rain rolled off the waxy surfaces of leaves, pounded against the rooftops; fell from the grey sky painted with rolling clouds. Submitting, surrendering to the weakness that he felt, that the rain and this moment would go on for eternity without pause; admitting this secret to the rain that never listened.
This rain, this rain clinging to his skin would eventually evaporate, the rain rolling off his cheeks and the mud slick against his fingertips would dry. He could enjoy the feeling, his hair damp, and his clothes dripping; his soul alive.
He could feel the moisture in the air, and taste the rain, sink into the sensation that would grip you by your ankles and drag you, drown you. All he could feel was the lonely melancholy to watch the rain fall.
It would stop raining, it always did.
Nothing ever lasted.
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A/N: Freelance writing, you could say. ;D
No character in particular, I just was thinking Naruto-ish at the time.
Plus I usually just use anonymous muses for writing.