When It Rains [Jin-Eun / Open] Jan 3, 2015 4:40:43 GMT -5
Post by Lavender Pratchett on Jan 3, 2015 4:40:43 GMT -5
It was raining.
The weather forecast had predicted rain, and Lavender stared glumly out at the downpour from under the overhang where she’d sought temporary shelter. She’d brought an umbrella, of course - on a day where there was a 70% chance of rain, she wasn’t going to risk ruining her carefully curled hair.
For the moment, though, she was paused, looking out at the damp, gloomy day. Mist was rising from the ground, where just a few hours ago the pavement had been bone dry.
Rain in Death City was so different from rain back home in London, Lavender mused, twirling the umbrella over her head absentmindedly. The air smelled like wet sand and the threat of a thunderstorm. It wasn’t the clean smell of dirt and trees and mist that she was used to, but it was soothing. She didn’t realize she’d missed weather so much. At least, weather that wasn't dry and hot. Lavender had gone through to many bottles of lotion trying to keep her skin from drying out in the desert.
The city wasn’t as happy about the rain, though, and Lavender could see the puddles forming in the dusty pathways and cracks in the pavement. Nobody was out today. The middle of the park was usually bustling, full of students and kids and dogs and life and energy, but today it was empty, filled with the sound of rain on dry grass and the rustling of wind. Every so often, Lavender thought she saw a colorful umbrella bobbing in the distance, but nobody had made their way past the pink-haired girl yet.
Lavender wasn’t even really sure why she’d decided to go on a walk in the first place. Maybe because it was the first cool day she’d seen since moving to Nevada. Maybe it was to clear her head. Maybe it was nervous energy that hadn’t burnt off from the punching bag earlier. Whatever the reason, she’d tucked an umbrella under her arm and strode out confidently. Within ten minutes, it was pouring.
Stepping out from under the overhang, Lavender extended her right arm and let the rain fall on her upturned palm.
In this moment, it was peaceful and calm. There was no Kishin, no fighting, no Meisters and Weapons. There was just a girl standing in the rain.