LoneRedStar

Ive always loved teh rain… the cool way it makes you feel as it hits you on the head. the way the soft caressing touch rolls down your cheek. Even the most torrential of rains beats in a rhythmic fashion, the drum of nature. It has a sweet smell of nectar, glistening everything it touches and even giving forth new life once the waters recede.
But with the rain it also washes away the sun, the happiness, the love. Leaving an empty hole where it washed away the dirt and the very things that bound your soul together like glue. Leaving you hopeless, sad and dying inside.
Oh I do love the rain… but i loathe the emptiness it leaves me feeling.

This wasn’t how it was suppose to be.

In a real world someplace off in a real place over the bridge and through the wooods to grandmothers crabshack on the wharf? No, no, thats not how it goes.

Somewhere over the rainbow… No that ain’t it at all.

Let’s see… It all started about this time. It was dark, night time actually. I was 3, but they’ll tell ou that can’t be. Toddlers dont remember, but I did.

In the dark there was a light. Shining eerily through the window with amber light from the street. Betwen dusk and dawn I sat up frozen staring at the window as some colored orbs, green red and maybe blue hues float around the room. After that I don’t remember much but a choice; to go or stay. Compelled out of fear I stayed, granted I couldn’t move. I gave my choice.

When the lights left the room I ran as fast as I could that my feet barely touched the floor. I screamed and I yelled and I ran and ran. Nothing would stop me as I bolted through the doorway of my parents I found my mother’s side and woke her up.

She told me it was a dream and that I should go back to bed.

To this day… …it wasn’t a dream.