084: Rain, Rain, Rain

[livingmyths]

It's raining, raining, raining. And not the good kind of rain. It's cold and gloomy and I feel all unsettled inside.

And someone else bought poor Chuck at the auction even though I tried very hard not to let someone do that. I hope he comes back.

I keep looking over my shoulder, feeling like there's something there, like there's something scary right on the edge of my awareness or my memory or something. I don't know what it is.

I'm home now. I went to work at the Library this morning and stayed as long as I could, but when the rain started pouring down I went home before everything got washed out. Now I'm curled up on my bed watching the rain on the roof and thinking that this is just the kind of Rain and me that people don't like.

I don't blame them. I don't even like me like this.

Comments

[king-coffee.livejournal.com]

People like you no matter how you are, though.

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

In my experience, those things that creep up on you, there's not all that much you can do to prepare for them. Which seems awkward and rather backwards, now that I think of it.

You're Rain, right? I believe we spoke once before.

[OOC: FINALLY.]

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Here, listen to some Duke Ellington. It'll make you feel better.

[And consider some music sent]

[lady-wandering.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you weren't able to...buy your friend.

And I still like you, but I am worried about you. Are you all alone today?