She sat down in the grass. The rain around her landed in thick, resounding drops. The field around her was muddy, wet, cold.
Exactly how she felt.
She lay down, looking up into the thundering gray clouds above her. It was a beautiful night storm, filling her ears with the sound of water coming down in torrents. She felt it seep through to her heart, chilling it, putting it on hold for a moment. The thin windbreaker she had on was sticking to her, soaked with the rain.
The stars were out of sight, as was the moon. Her eyes stayed shut, regardless. Even she didn’t know whether it was to keep the tears in or to squeeze them out, to rid herself of it all.
And for a few moments, she was free to cry and scream; free to throw a tantrum and kick and punch, splashing mud everywhere, knowing that the sounds would be drowned out by thunder, wind, and night.
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Inspired by “Before the Worst” by The Script
