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The Night That Needed Rain

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I laid on my bed in warm night air, too hot to sleep.

I opened the window hoping for some breeze to cool me down.

Enough blew in to let me know that such things did exist.

Then I smelt it.

Wet concrete.

Wet hot concrete.

When the rain reached my house, heavy pings came from my roof.

The wind picked up and seemed to invade my room as it looked for shelter from the falling water.

I turned over and sighed.

Within moments I was asleep.



I looked down at the ink as it soaked into the paper on my desk. It wasn't bad, but I knew it could be better.

“But it's correct,” Facts said from her window seat as she looked out at the rain falling.

“Of course it's right, but it sounds a little empty,” I protested.

“It could use a bit more colour,” Art said from behind her easel and canvas. I saw her stained and vibrantly coloured apron as it shifted about with each new stroke she made. “Talk about how dark the room was. That it was so black that you had to rely on memory to open the window in the first place,” she said. I saw as she laid her hands in her lap and saw that she was working with charcoal today. “Tell them about how when the window was opened a shaft of light entered the room on which you saw shining golden specks of a dream you couldn't catch no matter how you tried,” she ended before raising her hands up again.

“That's not true,” Facts said this time. “We never tried to catch anything and the only thing coming through the window was light from a street lamp until it started to rain and then we closed the louvers a little to keep dry,” she informed us as she continued to look outside.

“That is a dull way to see things,” Art said without looking around her project.

“Dull or not, it's how things were,” she explained.

“Art does make it sound better,” I informed them.

“To think I share a skull with you lot,” Facts said as she pressed her hand to the window. I turned to look down at what I had written again. I moved two spaces down and started once more.


My room was as dark as ever. As hot as ever.

I knelt on my bed and ran my hands along the warm concrete wall feeling for the edge of my window.

I cranked the bottom half open before being able to see the one above it.

This one I had to pry open with my fingers to try and get even more breeze into my suffocating room.

Now I had enough light and the breeze that wandered in,

Only did so enough to taunt me with the knowledge that there was more out there.

I laid on my back and watched the light that fought the darkness allowing me to see.

The trees outside attacked it with the aid of the wind that avoided the path into my room.

This only further mocked my heated predicament.

Then I smelt it.

I even saw it as the scent filled my room.

Wet concrete.

Hot wet concrete.


Water from heaven falling to earth

All surfaces gladly exchanging the heat they soaked up during the day, for the cool presence of the liquid.

When the rain arrived at my house, heavy pings vibrated through my roof.

Each new one falling faster than the one before. Their sounds soon merged and the drops just became rain.

The wind picked up and seemed to invade my room looking for shelter from the falling water.

My body cooled, my bed became more comfortable.

I turned over and sighed into my pillow.

The light spry of the rain drops entering my room didn't hider the coming of my sleep.

Moments passed and I soon slipped into the dream that was waiting for me.



“Now that you are done Reason, we are needed elsewhere,” Facts said as she stood.

“What about Art?” I asked as I set my papers aside and stood.

“You did what you came here to do, and the drawing is for her alone to complete,” she informed me as she walked by me and into the adjoining hemisphere. I looked back at Art, but she didn't say anything as she continued to draw.
I WON! :)

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This was for a contest.

Yes, I motivated myself enough to put this together. Maybe I can get myself to work on my other story now.

The contest.

Contest Start
03/29/2015

Contest End
04/12/2015

It can be anything written about rain, and it's for the club :iconliterature-anonymous:

I went into an old memory for this one. I hope you get what I came up with. I added a few things to hopefully make it interesting.

So interesting that I'm unsure of where to post this. I hope I got it right.
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xpovs's avatar
Interesting. I like the conversation in your head. Creative.