(A/N: Short piece written while I was bored and it was raining. Not my best work, I'll admit.)
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I look out the window. It's raining again. I love the rain—the soft pitter-patter of the drops, the way it feels against my skin. I open the door and step outside. All around me people are funning into cafes and flats to escape the fat drops falling from the sky. I stand still, spread my arms wide, and take a deep breath. The distinct smell of fresh earth tickles my nostrils and envelops me in its welcoming embrace. Closing my eyes and tilting my head up to the sky, I let the rain fall. I imagine it washing away the burdens of the past week—the fear, the pain, the sadness, the guilt, the anger, the heartbreak... I have never felt as truly alive as I do now. I laugh out loud and twirl. I am away that people are staring at me from their windows but I do not care. I continue my dance until a familiar voice wakes me from my reverie.
"Jehan? What are you doing out in the rain? You are soaking wet! You'll surely catch your death of pneumonia."
I simply smile at him and continue on. Someday, Camille Enjolras, you too will discover the beauty of the rainfall. And someday you will waltz with me in the rain.
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