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Lightning hits close; flashing and fading in the night. The boom that echoes in the distance brings him back to that place. The slamming of the door.

For the rain seems to have this affect on Finney—call it pathetic fallacy, call it irony, whenever the sky cries, he can only imagine that it’s those boys pleading to be saved just one last time.

Eventually, the rain comes to an end, as if they’ve finally found peace in their eternal grey area.

“We’ve been waiting to be saved. We don’t need it anymore.”

Finney hopes that, when he dies, he’ll come back as the rain too, because the rain is impossible to ignore. You can wear an umbrella, but you’ll still step in puddles. You can stay inside, but you’ll still smell the rain. You can lock the door, but you’ll still hear his lonesome cries.

He needs to see the world from above. He needs to fall down one last time.

Should his downpour be light, he’ll go knowing that the ground took it with grace. Should he be torrential, maybe the people will finally comprehend his grief.

Now, hearing lightning clap and echo tonight, he can hear the ticking of his own demise.

Gloxinia in Jeans cuz why not…. Yeah it’s a redraw lol (old vs new below)

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