Rain
Rain… The drops make a noise as they hit the roof. Sitting on her bed with a laptop (pertinent enough,) placed on her lap, trying to study, while her thoughts are taking her out of her room, out of her appartment, to somewhere else. Her thoughts bring her to a hospital room where she has been spending so much time lately. Ironically, every time she is there, she just wants to leave. It's scares her to see the man she is so fond of and looks so much up to, lying there so helpless and palsied. But then again, everytime she leaves, she just wants to go back. She can't concentrate on anything else, she can't go on doing the things she has done before…
Irritated, she slams the laptop closed, and puts it away. She lies down on the bed and closes her eyes so she can sleep, just to let a few more hours pass. If it weren't for that damn racket on the roof.
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Rain… She's sitting on the window sill in her room and staring at the water falling from the sky. She wonders if there's anyone crying up there. She's in her white nightgown, the one with the laces, that her mother likes so much. She knows she is supposed to be in bed now, she knows she would be in trouble if her mother or the maid came in and found her sitting here looking at the rain… But now that everything in her life is so different from the way it usually is, she doesn't like going to bed at night anymore. She has never been scared of the dark before, but now… There's something about the shadows on the walls, they're more threatening than usual. And then there's the sound of the rain hitting the balcony outside her window, it sometimes sounds like a flock of wild horses ready to come running over her.
So instead, she is sitting on the window sill, looking at the rain…Maybe it's raining at the hospital too? And in Stars Hollow?
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Rain… Blah, she hates rain! She slams the door behind her, she was planning to go outside, but now she can't because of the rain. She really hates rain. She hates everything today, she is not in a very good mood. She hasn't been for a very long time. Tonight, she had been planning to sit out on the porch, to watch the moonlight and tuck herself in a blanket, but then that stupid rain started showering down all over town…There go her plans of her nice quiet evening, of trying not to think about what's going on in her life at the moment. The promises she has broken already, the expectations she hasn't been able to live up to…it's eating her up inside, piece by piece.
And that rain… She doesn't really know why, but just the thought of rain makes her sad today.
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Rain... Standing in her living room, she's sipping a cup of tea. She's in her robe, she has been ready to go to bed for so long now, but the empty half of the bed makes her feel so lonely. So instead, she has been standing here by the window, drinking cup after cup of tea.
Her current cup is now empty. As she looks down into it, she remembers something she learned as a child, something about telling fortune from the residues of an empty teacup. How did that rhyme go again? "Look into your cup of tea, if a tear is what you see, then a widow you will be..." She quickly places a hand over the cup as the words come back to her, all of a sudden she doesn't want to look at it anymore.
In a years time, when she goes out to social events, will that be what they'll call her? "Who's that, over there?" "That's Richard Gilmore's widow, don't you remember?"
Oh, that rain! A few drops of it seem to have found its way to her eyes and her cheeks. She quickly brushes them away as she starts walking towards the stairs, putting the cup down on the table as she passes it. She walks up the stairs very slowly, step by step without skipping any, to delay the lonelyness in the bedroom for as long as possible. Before entering her own room, she peeks into the room next to it. In there she finds her daugther sitting on the window sill, fast asleep. With a smile on her face she carries the little girl to her own room. Now neither of them has to be alone.
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Rain... He can't see it but he can hear the water drops hitting the window on the other side of the room. He can remember Lorelai as a little girl, crying because the rain came and washed away her precious snow. He can't stand it when any of his girls are crying, he hopes that they somehow manage to remain happy tonight. He's alone tonight...there was no one there when he woke up after having rested, for a few hours. All of his girls probably needed to go home and get some sleep. Not that he minds. With this big tube he has in his throat, he can't communicate very well with them anyhow. Everytime Rory shares something she has read, or Suzannah tells him about school, or Lorelai talks about something in her life, or Emily just looks as if she needs him to comfort her, all of those times, he feels an enourmous need to respond. Sometimes it's a bit of a relief when they leave, at least then he doesn't feel tempted to talk for a while. But then again, after some time, he feels lonely without them...maybe he does mind a little bit that they went home...
The rain drops keep hitting on the window...