User talk:GlitchNight

I have always felt such a comfort in the rain, not so much me being in it, but in it’s presence. It was as if, it was a trustworthy substance, something I could talk to, share my hopes and dreams with. At school, during class or break, if it were raining I would stand anywhere I could to get close to it. I got a few strange looks and hurtful comments such a “Freak” or “Loner” at first but, they didn’t bother me. At some rare occasions, I would actually talk to it as if it were a living human but only if I felt I needed to.

There’s one thing that even I think seems, well, even a little unnerving at times. At night, if I’m tired or not, when it rains, I will walk up to the window, open it and stare into the deep, dark abyss that is “Night”. It’s not so much that it’s calling me towards it, if it were I would be a little concerned, but I feel like I need to greet it.

But one night was special, one night I will never forget the sensations I experienced. It had been a murky day, full of mist and grey clouds, a typical horror scenario. My day had been normal, had lessons, hung out with a few friends, did my homework. But...it was at the evening when the atmosphere suddenly, changed if you will. Words can’t really describe how it was, it wasn’t specifically sad or depressing...just strange.

I crawled into bed and pulled the cover over my soft brown hair, and fell into a deep, sudden sleep. It was around 2 hours later I suppose that I realised that once again the rain was knocking at my window, harder than usual. Or how you would say, “the heavens had opened”. I gave up in trying to sleep once more, which I never did. If the rain was waiting then I must go and see it, I had to. This time I felt different. Still, I got up, grabbed my curtains, pulling them back and forced my window back to greet the rain. I heard nothing but the whispers of the pouncing droplets, the slight change in my breathing and… the silence of the night. The last light in my street went out as it did normally around this time, and so, everything was hidden. Everything, for which I did not realise, was the thing lurking in the battling rain. At first, I did not realise what was there waiting for my fate to come forward, I doubt anyone would honestly. But… by the time the contact between me and this… this thing had come, there was no going back. My eyes widened as I noticed that my arm was being pulled into the storm, I pulled back I really did! All my life I had trusted the rain and only now I realise!...

“You are not alone…” It whispered, while it’s face slowly came into a slither of light from the moon that had only just peeked out of the sky. A boy, of about my age, 14, pale and dark blue hair almost black, and those eyes, oh how those eyes tricked me with their emerald shade of green. He smirked, allowing me to see his perfectly sharpened teeth. “Don’t worry anymore...just… Let the Rain In.” That’s when everything went black, and quiet.

It is now that I roam the shadowed streets of all who listen to the rain, and love it was much as I did. My fate had been chosen long ago, and nobody knew. Nobody except that boy from whom, I never got his name... But a little word of advice… if it’s raining one night, and you wake up to the decision of meeting with the rain. Just...open up your window a little and… Let the Rain In.