She loves the moonlit rains.
She loves rain, and she loves the moon, but together they are her utopia.
Luna, that's her name. She is the moon, I think. Pale, unassuming, unaffected, she does what she does, fearing no repercussion.
When it rains at night, or when the moon is particularly beautiful, or when it is one of those extraordinary, rare nights, when the sky cries but the moon still shows her face- these she loves best.
She goes out to sit on the roof on those nights. I don't know why. What is there to see what cannot be seen from one's window? But she sits there all the same, still as a statue, letting the rain plaster her hair down her back, or the moon shine on her upturned face, or both.
It is these rare, undisturbed nights she loves best.
Sometimes I watch her. I don't know why. But it's almost as if her peacefulness floats down on raindrops and moonbeams to meet me and offer me some of her virtue.
I wonder if she knows I watch her? If she does, she never says anything about it, of that I am certain. When she sits on the roof, bathed in moonlight and soaked in rain, her knees drawn up, her arms folded across her knees, her chin resting on her arms... when she sits on the roof she is alone in her world.
I only get to watch her.
Sometimes she sings to the rain... sweet words I've never heard, melodies that change constantly, But I think the rain likes it anyways. I know I do.
When I see her there, I see her with unbiased eyes. I don't think she's foolish for sitting in the rain at night; I don't think it ludicrous that she sings to each raindrop. I think she's beautiful.
Not the kind of beautiful that can be achieved through cosmetics and tight clothes, either; just a certain equilibrium that makes her irresistible- irresistible and inspiring.
Sometimes when I see her up there, alone and untouched, I want to do something wild and unheard of.
I just don't know what.
But, you know, one of these nights, I think I'll go up to join her. She can sing to the rain, and I can call to the moon, and all the world can listen.
Chapter two- author's note.