Rain.
The condensed moisture of the atmosphere falling visibly in separate drops.
It hadn't stopped for days.
I stared outside looking at the liquid poem, as each drops shares a verse of nature's story. It was very soothing.
I was always one to always concentrate on every information around me. 'Weird' the other kids would call me.
Well that's one way to look at it but I'd prefer an observer or rather contemplative.
I've never fit into the normal kids narrative but in all honesty I'd rather not. Bring a cheeky cheerleader who ran after some boy because he wears leather jacket and is good at beating nerds isn't exactly fun.
A family's princess; a girl born