Monday, August 27, 2007
When The Rain Comes Down
He was easy to love on the sunny days. When everything goes his way and the world belongs to him. He could make her laugh or make her cry more than any person on the planet. This included those alive as well as dead. When he shines, he is a charmer. Able to talk the skin from a snake or an eskimo from her igloo. He could convince anyone of anything. He could convince even himself. He had done it for a long time.
She was the only one that he couldn't quite convince. Though he never stopped trying. And when the rains came and the clouds opened up and his despair was like a shroud around him, it was she who stayed by his side. When all the others he had previously charmed and convinced turned from him in scorn, it was she who somehow summoned the will to try to help. To make him fight. To make him laugh again.
She didn't know if she had enough strength. she had to. If not...he would be lost forever. The rain would win.
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