Rain

It was a rainy day.

But all the days had been rainy. This certainly wasn’t new to Belserius.

No matter how Belserius tried to ignore the rain, it kept calling to him in saccharine tones that others would never hear. Today, Belserius was sick. It didn’t surprise Belserius. His immune system was bad enough without the rain. It’s quite demanding, the rain… Even as Belserius lied in bed, thermometer hanging out of his mouth, the rain spoke to him in honeyed songs, beckoning him to go outside. Being the overly obedient person that Belserius was, he naturally went outside.

In the pouring rain, with a fever. It said a lot for Belserius’ intelligence.

Belserius leaned on a wall, somewhat short of breath. He coughed sharply, sounding a lot like a certain fail that Maddi was friends with. Belserius got over the coughing fit and stood up straight, warm breath puffing up in clouds before him. Belserius stood there for what seemed like the longest while, pouring rain making itself at home on the world. Belserius looked at the ground, watching the rain drip onto the back of his hands.

As the heavy rain fell, some of it fell on Belserius’ hands, shivering before dripping down his fingers. Whatever drops that stayed on the man’s hands never lasted long, as they followed the rest of the rain, dropping off his fingertips to fall onto his feet. The rain seemed happy while it was on Belserius, as it shivered with emotion, shimmering a color akin to the streetlights that stood nearby, silently overlooking the lonely street.

Belserius turned his hands over, so he was looking at his palms. Drops of water collected in his hands, dripping down the back of his hands. Emptying his hands of the clear water, Belserius put a hand to his head.

Mm, it’s warm. Keeping his hand on his head, Belserius closed his eyes, letting the rain soak him to the bone. In the back of his mind, rational thought clawed at him, telling him to get home, telling him to sit down.

“Whoa there.” A ghostly figure caught him, white hair untouched by the rain. The figure’s eyes were a stormy blue that resembled rainclouds. It patted Belserius on the back, leaning him back up against the wall. “You’re going to pass out.”

Belserius opened his eyes and saw a person clothed completely in gray, with short white hair. The person was holding out his hand, saying something. Belserius asked the man to repeat what he was saying.

“I’m the rain. I’ve heard a great deal about you. Shi-Ou won’t shut up about you. Too bad you have me.” The rain poked a finger at his heart. “In here.”

Belserius was confused. “What?”

“Dime lo que siente tu alma; dime por qué vive en mi.”

“What?”

The rain continued to speak in strange languages, until the voices were stopped altogether.

Belserius collapsed, rain dancing around him as he hit the ground. The raindrops shivered as they slid off his hands.