"Rainy Day Raven" was first posted on my deviantart account, (also Morbid Optimist there) where the story sits longer but incomplete.
Both are in completely in rhyme, and both are very old pieces and both are best enjoyed slowly.
I own nothing, and I deeply apologize for everything being out of character.
The angry clouds above me gathered as I walked,
With nowhere to go, and with no sense of direction,
I came to across a meadow of soul reflection,
Drowning from the rain.
There in the mud an ashen girl lay,
Her violet hair haloed her peaceful face.
I asked her why she had chosen to watch from this place,
After all, the ground is hardly suitable for watching a storm play.
Her eyes half-open, turned towards me and said,
"Do you know the best thing about the rain?"
Why the wet grass seems so tempting,
Or the stars that prevail through the clouds which seem so tame?
Do you know the best thing about lying here in the rain?"
"No," I had confessed, at a loss of words, which so seldom happens that I was a mere confused.
"Well then," the pale girl replied, "the best thing about the rain,
Is that nobody can see you cry."
She looked back up at the night heavens and the dark clouds crashing above;
now I sat to watch this pale beauty, this gothic dove,
Then I couldn't help but do the same and look to the sky…
"May I ask?" I said, unsure of her reply.
"What?" she asked, long ago soaked thoroughly to the bone.
"Whatever caused you to come here, to this meadow windblown?"
She replied not a word but her mouth curved the tiniest bit.
"It matters not as long as the rain is washing everything clean…
As long as I lye here my life could be a dream.
No dissidence can rule me, no future foreboding…
Nothing but this tranquility quietly goading me into slumber."
I felt this rather odd that a storm could be considered peaceful, but I didn't feel her words were misused.
By this time the rain had quickened its plunging decent,
And my Amaranth-pink hair clung to my face.
My clothes sodden and frigid -defiantly a state of disgrace.
I could only wonder how the violet haired could stand the chill.
"The cold does not bother me, there is a colder place inside me."
The quiet girl whispered as if reading my mind,
It was then that she looked at me, truly for the first time…
"So, Jinx, what brings you to this pasture of sorrow and misery?"
I must say I was taken aback, for my identity to be so easily known,
I feared that my previous life style she might condone.
However the look upon her face was not that of condemnation,
And I was quite glad it was here that I met her at this location.
"I was just out for a walk when I saw you lying here, I guess I was afraid you were hurt…" I spewed.
"Your concern touches me truly,
It seems forever I have been taunted cruelly…
It …feels nice to be relieved from it however briefly."
Raven thanked me rather blithely.
She began to rise from her sodden position,
Her spirits seemingly lifted a trifle, eased from her omission.
With another glance to the sky, she tried to stand,
She had a quick slip, and I luckily caught her in my hand.
Gently, I pulled her up fully, still clasping the shivering girl.
Lips frozen blue, eyes blotched, her hair missing its slight curl…
As I took note of these things, I felt a strange desire,
To comfort this troubled Titan but to do this I would risk her hellfire.
I quickly debated this inner feud of mine, for I wanted to do what she would want of me…
Against my doubts, my arms I wrapped around her,
This fragile looking figure made of glass seemingly shattered.
To my surprise she hugged me back, like a child would her mother,
I again wondered what could cause Raven's demeanor to be so battered.
I then wondered how long this tranquil embrace would remain,
I was quite certain she would pull away lest she reveal the source of her pain.
But she didn't move, no, she wasn't even trying.
I figured this to be her own version of crying.
I suddenly felt anger, hatred, for whatever caused her to act this way!
But as to why that was, well I cannot say…
I pulled her closer, in subconscious effort to sooth her hurt,
Trying to figure out how to give her the obviously needed comfort…
It was then the pale Goth-ling severed herself from my grasp quite nimbly.
She sneezed and gripped her sides, as if afraid she would be severed from the cold.
"S-sorry," she apologized. "But I t-think I have to go…" she tolled.
"Wait! Take this," I wrapped my jacket onto her lithe frame.
"To keep out the chill," I answered when she had asked with my name.
"I'll return it when-"
"Don't mention it my friend!"
I was happy that I was able to help, even if it was only a tad.
"You know Jinx, you aren't all bad."
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