Rain, Rain . . .
Prologue: Rhythm Emotions.
The day was dreary and gave off a lazy sort of vibe that all of Hogwarts felt. It drizzled, falling from the deep gray clouds that were oddly comforting to young Harry Potter.
He stood stalk still in the middle of the Quidditch pitch, letting himself get soaked by the chilling rain as he watched the loaded clouds drift idly by.
There wasn't any particular reason for him being out there. He wasn't wallowing in self-pity, he wasn't mourning lost friends, and he wasn't out there to fly. No, he was just there. Standing in the rain, watching the clouds.
He sighed in content. The feel of rain against his flesh, even the sound of it soothed him. It was a steady rhythm in his wild and crazy symphony of a life. He loved it. He closed his eyes in content, still facing towards the cloudy heavens and reveled in the feel of rain, the smell of rain, the taste of rain. He loved rain.
Harry let himself fall to the ground, spread-eagle, and not caring if his school uniform got all muddy. He was already soaked. He opened his eyes again to gaze at the clouds once more. An almost wistful smile fluttered across his lips ad he raised a pale, muddy hand towards the sky. He liked to imagine sometimes that he could touch the clouds. He would often lie in the soft grass on the grounds of the place he called home and pretend he could catch them. They were fluffy and soft and tickled the skin of his hand sometimes. When they shifted, he knew they were giggling, thinking, ' What a strange little boy you are, Harry Potter!' But he didn't mind at all. He rather enjoyed their laughter.
" What a strange little boy . . ." He murmured, letting his hand flop back to the ground. These clouds didn't giggle though. Maybe they were and he couldn't hear it because of the steady, drowning rhythm of the now pouring rain. He looked thoughtful for a moment, watching the clouds and sensing the rain. Then he decided he liked the rain better. It was steady and constant when it came, nothing at all like the clouds that took so many shapes. No . . .
" I wish I were the rain." He said, sounding like a child again and not a fourteen-year-old boy. " Then the only thing I'd have to worry about was which town I was going to drench." He said. Shortly afterwards he mentally berated himself for allowing himself to wallow. He didn't want to do that. He sighed and continued his rain and cloud watching.
The rain was coming down even harder now, making big muddy puddles around the pitch. He was beginning to shiver also but he ignored it. He'd rather shiver out here than suffocate inside with the rest of the people eating lunch, though he knew he'd have to go back in soon. Hermione and Ron were sure to notice that he wasn't there.
He closed his eyes again. He wanted to feel the rain again before he was to go back inside with all of the different, colorful emotions. He wanted to keep the rhythm of the rain with him, always.
So he opened himself up to the rain.
It was bliss.
He opened his eyes again, sometime later to a clearing sky, the sun peaking out behind some stray clouds that had stayed behind. The Rain had stopped, leaving a rainbow of bright emotion behind. Harry blinked; wondering why the rain had to go so soon but that thought was erased. He could still feel the liquid in his soul. He stood, sopping wet with a muddy back but with a bright happy smile on his face. He was one with the rain now. He felt like laughing joyously.
So he did.
It was a melodious sound that left his lips. It may not have been steady like the rain had always been but he wasn't a steady, static type of person, he couldn't be in his life. It didn't really matter to him as he walked back towards the school because if he concentrated enough, he could hear the rhythm of rain in his ears, he could smell it's fresh innocence, he could taste it's cool wetness.
Oh how he loved the rain.
A/N: I sort of want to make this little thing (yeah it's short! But its a prologue!) Into something but I'd need reviews for that. I'd appreciate it too; this is my first Harry Potter fanfic. PLEASE review!
Naraelien Endiliste.
