Short little drabble I came up with while thinking about how much I loved the rain.
Hyuuga Neji loved the rain.
Today, he sat by the windowsill, staring at the raindrops fall from the sky, watching them shatter like brittle glass as it hits the pavement.
Pitter-patter. Drip-drop. Pitter-patter. But not quite.
Today, the sound of the rain resembled the footsteps of an enormous crowd, or the deep bellow of a humongous beast.
The bitter prodigy sighed as the cool night air from outside hit his senses, intoxicating, and overwhelming him.
Even though there is no training, no challenge of becoming a greater ninja, and despite the unreasonably icy weather, the muddy soil, the wet and slippery floors, Hyuuga Neji liked the rain.
The rain is different from sun. There is no chirping birds, but the wails of beautiful sirens. No dry and sweet-smelling blossoms, but roses with fresh dewdrops dripping down their petals. No blue and cloudless skies, but a glimmering silver sheet of sheer oblivion. No immense heat, no torture, but the cold, and rest.
The sun only shone for those who wished for it. But the rain fell down on everyone, whether they are rich or poor, weak or strong, or a part of the Head or Branch family.
There is equality; there is balance. There is no cursed seal that made one part of the clan limited, unable to surpass the other. All because of the way they were born.
The skies are gray and gloomy; and that was why he loved it.
The rain is the opposite of the sun. Just like the light is the opposite of the darkness. It is the evident symbol that everything is never right in the world, that sadness lasted longer than single and momentary bursts of happiness.
It is as if heaven is crying, sharing the pain and the burdens of the suffering.
Unlike the sun that only shone for those who praised it, the rain pours down to show the depressed that they are not, and never alone.
But as much as Neji loved the rain, he loved it more when there is a storm.
Something about the display of their severe and majestic beauty, the intensity of their attacks. And it wasn't just rain. There was also the strong, cold wind, the white-hot, fast flashing bolts of lightning, and the deafening booms of the thunder. It was a bold cry of nature, a faultless example of true strength. So feared, so lovely, so perfect.
He wanted to be like a storm someday. Strong, fierce, terrorizing.
He wanted people to recognize that even a member of the Hyuuga Branch family can become great. That geniuses can become even bigger geniuses. He wanted to prove that there is no limit to power.
In short, Hyuuga Neji loved the rain.
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