there are people who've forgotten what it's like to cry. people who know sadness, but not catharsis. they've forgotten what it's like to crash down at the bottom of great waterfalls and come back up as the scattered spume. they only walk in light, tickling rains; they unknowingly evade the great downpours, sometimes by mere seconds. they've come to assume drops hit roofs harder than heads.
invariably, eventually, they do crack. by mere chance a crueler shower finds them. drenches their light clothes, plunges them into the deep. and they can't help but cry. and when they do, she's there.
loud, ugly sobs. the kind that tear their way out of you forcefully, that you couldn't stop if you thought to try. where each inhale is a mere short reprieve before another coming onslaught. she's there, and she keeps you hydrated, and you keep her hydrated.
she goes as quickly as she comes. your last sobs leave you, and your face is left dry. you feel like something's been taken from you. but looking out your window, hearing the sky's heaviness lull, you at a moment of blue in the patchwork. and like it wasn't there at all - rain intensifies once again.
I got this one done like, a week ago, but there was a bit that I wanted to make work better so I procrastinated posting it. In the end i kinda just decided what we had originally is alright. I was also thinking of taking the idea of 'tears' in a more 18+ direction, but when I sat down to work on the prompt, that's just not what came out. You know how it is.
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