Healing rain is a real touch from God. It could be physical healing or emotional or whatever. ~ Michael W. Smith
Ryou ran a finger down the sliding glass door of his apartment, tracing the rain.
(It was so beautiful.)
The dark clouds were billowed into something ominous and powerful, sunlight was gone, the world was cast into a deep wondrous grey.
(So, so, so beautiful.)
His palm pressed hard against the door, desperate for the sensation of rain. Yet, as always, he remained inside, watching only through his glass window. What held him back (the same thing that always holds him back, that will always hold him back) was stronger than his desires.
And then control was snatched from him. Only control. Ryou saw perfectly his body throw open the door and step into the rain. The contact was sharp and painful (and very, very beautiful).
The spirit withdrew from his body, and took form beside him. There were no words - words would only break whatever right now was. No, only silence and the sound of rain hitting the ground. They stood perfectly still like that (for a second, for an eternity) before Ryou worked up the courage to steal a glance of the spirit.
His face was solemn, framed by soaking wet hair, palms opened upward towards the sky. (What are you remembering?, he thought in almost childish curiosity). There was something hidden deep in his eyes, one of those rare flashes of almost kindness. Or maybe regret. He closed his eyes before Ryou had the chance to figure it out.
(Ryou did his best to commit every aspect of that to memory, anyway.)
The rain poured down harder and Ryou, too, closed his eyes.
(He felt almost cleansed.)
A/N The irony is that I am writing this when it is completely sunny out. Reviews are cherished, so review!
