Word fourteen: Rain
Info in Chapter 1.
A/N: A sad, insightful drabble. Inspired by Hillary Duff's Come Clean. Well, the Master Blaster Version.
14. Rain
Daphne's personality was a bright, active, sunny one, but she only tolerated sunny days. Rainy days were more her style, since she didn't like the brightness outshining her bubbly personality and, well, the cheerfulness people felt when it was sunny bored her. She should be the only one that cheerful, joyful, alive.
But as for rain…oh, she could and would sit out on the front walk with her head tipped up to face the rain for hours, days, forever.
Even at seven, seventeen, seventy, she would go out and sit in the rain, on the front walk, the middle of the road, the front porch, and beam up at the cloudy grey skies as buckets, bathtubs, oceans of water would pour down on her upturned face.
Her makeup would run down her thin colored lines down her face, and she rubbed it away and feels the water seep through her thin layers of clothing and she smiles up at the sky, the clouds, the rain.
She felt like her soul was being washed clean, like everything was going to be alright.
Rain has always held her happiest moments—coming to Ferryport Landing for the first time, all of her sister's sparse returns, her first kiss and first date, everything happy in the rain.
Daphne loved the rain.