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Rain
        Rain...  When did
it all begin?  Tears streaking down cheeks as headlights
played across the reflective street, couldn't erase that feeling
inside.  It was empty.  No, it was full, full to
the brim with feelings that would not find their sound to become
expressions.         There was no
sound, only the pit-pat of raindrops and cars driving by.  The blinds
on the windows were closed but she knew what it looked like outside.
 It was dark, a little cold, and all the trees were soaked
and dripping.         It had begun
the day she questioned God
?  But when had she really
begun to do that?  Maybe it had happened the day she found
an unexplained wound that would not go away.  A wound that
would not answer to her pleas or respond to any prodding, but
only remained silent and heavy at the bottom of a glass of water
she had been drinking since time began.         The glass had
always been hers.  It was just an empty container, really,
with different random memories poured in.  Sometimes they
poured out, a little at a time.  The water left darker spots
of moisture on her clothes that disappeared in an hour or so.
 The essence of the water remained in the fabric of her clothes.
 It left an odor of sadness and personal despair all but
forgotten, maybe ignored, on a sunnier day.         But all these
musings still did not answer her question.  When had it all
begun?         She stared at
the blank paper in front of her and twirled the pen in her hand.
 Maybe this hand-pen-entity would speak for her in dark strokes.
 Maybe this hand-pen-entity would explain the story that
hid in its crevices the reason for soul consuming doubt.
        I love
you.  What did these words mean, when moments later
the true meaning of the three words was lost in the heat of anger
or the flight of fear.         The wind howled
a little.  Her breath came in short bits between pauses of
self-examination.  She wanted to find that secret spot again,
that spot in her heart that, when touched, sang with magic and
shouted joy from the rooftops.         Hey everyone,
look at me
!  I know the secret of the universe!  And it's
all contained in my eye when I look at you and you look back
at me, and we stare into the depths and forget who is who!
        But the hand-pen-entity
was silent except for the scratching sound it made as it journeyed
across the broad, blank expanse of a moment as of yet unfulfilled.
        It's always right
now, happening slowly, a drop at a time.  Eternity in one
second occurs when I look at you and see my beginning and my
end.  What does that mean to you?         Tires squeal
as a car accelerates, comes over the hill and drives off.  Now there
is only the pit-pat of the rain, like a clock but only faster.
 Time won't stop and wait.  Not even long enough for
you to figure out what you are.         I will
teach you how to love, she said to herself.  There was
a time when love was not a word but an all-encompassing feeling
that I would make everything ok.         I will be your
umbrella.  I will shield you from the rain.  No longer
will your tears go in vain like more tears in the rain, unseen.
 No longer will the fabric of your clothes hold sadness in
the threads that cover you and keep you from the cold.
        But did she have
that power?  Did she have a way to keep that same old fear
out of her glass and out of her eyes?         You have
a hurt heart
But how?  How had that happened,
how had love given way to sadness?
 ~Work submitted by Rue
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