Rain

It was raining... days like this were always her favorite. days were one could be lazy, sleep or just read away the day. but today she couldn't. today it matched her mood. people always left. the rain was the connection between the sky and the ground, the two couldn't touch with out the rain. she stood out in it letting it mix with her tears. the cold feel was oddly comforting and soothing to her over working mind. she was getting sick again. but shes wasnt about to let that be known to anyone. she would leave soon, it was her fate and her curse. to see men die, to watch people leave her. she should be used to it by now... but she wasnt. for now though she sadly desided she would enjoy the small comforts that she had left. her fingers lightly toched the pheonix sympol that she hid on her. sould she would turn to fire soon she would be reborn to life again... it was fate... it was a curse...