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.

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[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

What? Oh no!

No... I just have this funny feeling, you know, and you can never be too careful. Bad things can happen and well...

I think the weather maybe is making me all edgy.

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Is there anything I cn do to help?

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

No... I don't think so.

Well, warn me if you see bad men, I guess.

But I'm okay here.

I like talking to you.

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Of course.

I like talking to you, too, Rain. Please let me know if there's anything else I can do.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Okay! But I think I'm good here.

As long as I don't go outside!

[urbandev.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[livingmyths.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

Can I help you at all?