The teachers voice fades out into background noise and the sound of the rain on the roof takes front stage.
My mind gets away from me as the class debate goes on.
I close my eyes and hear the rain, I see the rain, I feel the rain.
The rain surrounds me and nothing but that. Enjoying the feel of it trailing down my spine. I find solace in the cold peaceful drops.
I invite those drops into my mind. As the sounds around me morph their lips move to tell a story. A story unknown to many. A story of lives unreal.
I give myself to the rain and the rain gives itself to me. We become one, melting into each other. She allows me silence all but for the sound of the rain and I give her a body to feed from.
