Dubbed Impossible
By Bsum1
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It's strange to me how people refer to when it's raining as 'the heavens crying'. Such a sad view of something the world depends on.
I remember me and brother passing through a run down town near Ishbal once. How everything had been so dry and hot, and how water supplies had been so low and the food for the animals wasn't growing.
I was sitting in a run down cafe with brother at the time. There had been no windows or doors. It was just missing a wall that would have faced the street and a tattered shade that hung over the side walk.
Very slowly, I began to hear a gentle, slow strum. I looked up to see what it was when I saw everybody walking down the street had stopped and everybody in the cafes and shops were looking outside. That was when I felt sure I felt my heart stop. It was raining and it was steadily getting heavier, and somehow, though I had seen rain a hundred times before, it seemed so much more magical that time.
And that was when it happened. Everybody dropped their cups, food and purchases and ran out into the middle of the street, arms stretched out wide and inviting while little children started dancing around and splashing in the newly formed puddles. Everybody had huge grins on their faces and I watched as my brother ran to join them. I watched peacefully as they danced and laughed with each other. I can't remember any other time when I felt so light.
I remember thinking how I would never see something like this in Central. How when the clouds began to unleash their wrath the people of Central would scatter for safety and warmth, never once would they drop everything for something so simple.
Well, that was what I had thought. I feel bad about thinking something like that now, but I never though that the people of Central would ever just stop and put down everything. But they had proven me wrong.
As I walked out of Central Headquaters, never bothering to indulge myself in the long forgotten feelings of the breeze on my skin and the comfort of my own heart beating, I witnessed what I had dubbed impossible.
All of Central, or as far as I could see, had stopped in their tracks. No car drving, no bustling in the shops or pedestrians chattering away. Instead everybody was still, some heads bowed others gazing at the clock tower slowly ticking, and I knew what they were doing for they had all read about it in the papers that morning.
For one whole minute nobody talked and nobody moved.
All in respect for my dearest brother Edward.
I'll miss you.