pitter patter

by sasuke's duck butt hair

Drabble. Because my earrings are raindrops, of course. No, they're definitely not teardrops. - Tifa Lockhart stands in the rain, waiting. CloTi-inspired.

Tifa liked rain. The way the raindrops fell like crystals, the way they glittered just for her - my earrings, she told herself, they look just like my earrings. Because my earrings are raindrops, of course. No, they're definitely not teardrops.

But out here where she leans against the doorframe of 7th Heaven, out where the pungency of dirt, corruption, and despair assault all five (or was it six?) of her senses, the fat raindrops plummeting like balls of slime don't look very pretty at all.

And nothing will look good, Tifa knows. As long as she feels this way, there's not a thing that will change her mind.

So she stands, waiting for the dawn to return to her. She'd welcome it with open arms.