Dancing in the Rain
Music overlapped rain drops as the beat flows through me turning me to music myself. I dance, letting the music fill me and direct me; turning and twirling with an invisible dance partner. I keep my eyes closed, no need for sight, for I can simply feel the music. The rain dances with me, singing along and covering me, taking its turn to lead the dance.
It's days like these, where I can sing and dance with the rain, that prove to me that I do have a heart; I can feel it bursting with love and joy for this feeling.
The music heightens, telling a story without using a single word. A child, lost and alone in a beautiful world filled with hate and love and music and fire. The fire. The child loves this fire. The fire, with all of it's wild and untamed energy doesn't even notice this child though...for he is water and fire and water are forbidden to mix.
The music slowed and turned sorrowful and loving. This water loved his fire though. He would do anything for his fire. The dancing picked up with the determination of water. I swirled and twirled with the rain, hearing the music clearly and letting it guide my dance until...
Hands...clasped with mine...suddenly I wasn't alone in my mournful, loving dance. Sea-blue eyes flew open in shock, their owner's dance only pausing as they met the lively green eyes that belonged to the one whom the blue ones loved and had stared at for hours on end wishing for just a single dance such as this. A small smile crept onto my face, as always happened when I saw my fire.
"Axel? Wha...what are you doing? You hate the rain...and dancing...and me..." The dance slowed with sadness.
"You looked so lonely," The fire pulled the water close, changing the dance entirely into one of closeness, simply soaking in the feel of the other. "Besides, I have never hated you. You just never notice how much I actually love you because you're always so caught up with your dancing you forget to open your eyes."
I could only stare at my fire in shock, barely able to keep the rhythm of the dance while tears ran down my face in secret, the rain hiding them.
They weren't tears of sadness, the music knew that. They were tears of love and happiness. Water finally fit with fire.
Our dance continued, filled with pure love now. "I love you too, my fire."
Days like these; dancing in the rain, hearing the music, and sharing a secret with a forbidden kiss, is what makes our heartless existence exist-able.