Rain Short Story

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It was raining. The pitter-patter of the rain creates a shield around the man. He loves the rain, he always have. The silver puddles create an obstacle course that only the bravest of them battle. The sky is grey today, he means everything is some form of grey, it always has been on days like this. The man sometimes wonder what color things are when it's raining. Maybe they aren't. Maybe there is only black and white and different shades of in between. That 'in between' the space of wonder, of mystery, is a place that the man loves. The man loves it when it rained, he really did but occasionally on rare days he would hate it from the bottom of his heart. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Today was one of those rare…show more content…
Up to now, the sky had been postcard-perfect, but it was changing. The beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel-grey. Large pillows of cloud were forming, blotting out the old-gold color of the sun. The man got the first splatter of rain when he was halfway across the street. Droplets of moisture began to drip from the buildings. They were sprinkling onto the street like a gardener's hose. Then the rainfall became more intense. So much rain was falling that the sound blurred into one long, whirring noise. It reminded the man of the rotor blades on a helicopter. The small drops of water attacked the mans body as he ran across the street and towards his house. How could he have forgotten his umbrella? Focusing on the house ahead of him, the man sprinted a bit quicker. The man shoes pounded heavily across the ground causing the water to slash up his leg, and wet his pants. The man took a deep breath reminding himself that it was his own stupidity that had put him in this situation. To busy yelling at himself he didn't notice the person in front of him also trying to get out of the rain. They ran into each each other and fell on to the ground with a loud thud. Great, the man told himself, just…show more content…
"Well you can eat anything in the pantry 'cause I don't feel like cooking, just don't eat all the food in there." He lifted an eyebrow amused before replying smiling a bit. "Really! You're the best hyung in the world!" He exclaimed really loudly running towards Joon and giving him a quick hug before running back to the pantry taking out a few snacks and waddling back to the living room like a penguin. He followed him chuckling a bit amused that Jungkook was leaving a puddle of water wherever he went. "Jungkook you do realize you're still wearing your wet clothes right? You even got my clothes wet when you hugged me back there." He pointing to a spot on his shirt and true to his words it was a bit wet. "I am?" He looked down and lo and behold his clothes were still wet. "Oh I am. Shit, sorry hyung." He rubbed the back of his head with with his right hand with a sheepish look. "It's fine, I got you some of my clothes not sure if it'll fit though. The bathroom is upstairs, 3rd door to your right." He held out the said clothes towards Jungkook who took it and with a quiet thank you and went to change in the

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