Melodious Rain

It was rain, wet cold and powerful, it pittered and pattered on the roof of the house causing me to sleep deeply. The soft roll of thunder called my name while the soft almost inaudible hum of lightening caressed my ears drums.

It was the most beautiful thing, to be able to feel the rain within my very soul. How long have I waited to feel such a thing, I had been dead for too long. Of course I could feel the rain, but merely the wetness, never in my life as a deity has she really felt the rain.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the ceiling imagining the rain's dances on the rooftop. It was so freeing and malleable, I longed to stay there and listen to it all day. I took a breath and felt a small breeze through the window. It was open; the smell of the rain was so inspiring and fresh. The rolls of thunder grew louder but I had no fears.

I don't know what compelled me to do so, but I ran out into the rain with the clothes I had on yesterday and twirled in the rain joining its dance of wetness. Holding my arms out to feel the wind, sticking my tongue out to taste the saccharine droplets, closing my eyes to hear the lightning and feel the thunder.

My happiness ended when the rain stopped falling on me, though I could hear the rain drumming on an object. I opened my eyes to see a red umbrella. "An infirmity could befall you, out here in the rain you know." Came his soft voice, I knew it to be Kurama and my happiness returned "why are you out in the rain?"

"I just wanted to feel it." I said shyly. "What brings you here I asked licking the rain from my lips. My black hair was now heavy with rain and my bangs were dripping water into my eyes.

Kurama brushed my bangs with his fingertips allowing the sprinkles of rain fall from them and I flushed luckily the rain had turned my cheeks and nose a reddish color and he didn't notice. "I've come to help you finish unpacking." He said,

"Oh, lets go in then." I said walking with him back into the house. I looked down at my clothes; I didn't have time to change or shower, well other than the rain. "Make yourself at home, I have to change and take another shower." I said nervously

"Okay, I'll just but your books on the shelf." Kurama smiled at me and I almost melted. He was being so kind to me, and he didn't even know who I really was, well technically I didn't know the real him either, but I felt bad for lying to him and I want desperately to tell him who I really was...but would he act this way toward me if I were to come back?

I grabbed my blue jeans and a black shirt and my unmentionables and walked to the linen closet for a towel. Then walked into the bathroom. I could still hear the rain tapping on the metal fan outside, the sound danced with the sound of the shower as I turned it on.

------------Normal POV---------------

Kurama opened a box that said "Books" on the top with permanent black ink. He placed each book carefully by author's name, on the shelf he had built the night before.

Wondering how Oki Ran could see the world the way she did, wanting to feel the rain, making a wish on weeds, laughing at cloud pictures and dancing with dragonflies. She was so pure and genital, something horrible must have happened to her for she kept her pain hidden well. Kurama could sense her pain and spell her fear. Who could something cause a creature so pure and filled with clarity pain?

It was beyond his comprehension. Kurama felt the need to be by her side at every moment, wanting to protect her from the darkness and evils of the world. He wanted her to be free to feel, wish, laugh, and dance with anything the world held. He longed to see her bliss in a world without fear and pain. "That's impossible." He muttered putting the last book on the shelf.

"What's impossible?" He turned to see Botan looking at him as she brushed her wet hair.

----------------Botan's POV---------------------

I came from the shower and Kurama said, "That's impossible." I could not help but ask him what he thought was so. He turned around and looked at me, the rain still falling outside, and smiled.

I smiled back but soon frowned when my comb got stuck in my hair. It was the coloring, the black die had burned my hair and it seemed to be in knots. I wanted to cry because my blue hair never gave me that much trouble and now it was gone.

Kurama became upset upon seeing my frown and walked up behind me; he gently pulled my hand down and withdrew the comb from my hair. I closed my eyes tight when he started to comb my hair expecting him to tug on it, but it didn't. Kurama was tender and the comb seemed to glide though my hair like a waterfall through rocks.

I shivered as the water dripped down my shoulders. It felt good to have him there. When he was done combing he ran his finger through looking for other knots. His fingers made contact with my head and gave a small umm as I leaned my head back into his hand.

Never had anyone care for me enough to help me with my little hair problems. The sound of the comb hitting the carpet came before he ran his other hand through my hair and I felt goose bumps all over. I never wanted him to stop but alas he did almost as if he was shocked by something. All I could do was mumble a simple thank you.

"No problem." He said and looked around at the other boxes. "I'll start on the kitchen." He said, "You can start on your room." He said...that was Kurama, organization and initiative.

"Okay." I said and walked off to my room. I stood in the box filled room, there were four small boxes to my right and five big boxes to my left, in front of me was a queenside mattress, a queenside box spring mattress and against the wall were two metal pieces of the bed. Next to that was a dresser with a small round mirror on top...that was just great, well at least it is my stuff.

I began first by moving the mattresses to the side and started on the metal frame. When that was done I moved on to place the box spring on the frame and the mattress on top of that.

The rain knocked at the window beckoning me to dance with it again and I wanted to but I also wanted to finish my house...or Oki Ran's house. So I opened the window to let it tell me its stories while I finished my room.