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- >Anon sat on the porch
- >Rain was falling down from the clouds above
- >The side door opened up quietly
- >Fraise wedge himself out of the half opened doorway and closed it behind him
- "What are you doing?" he asked pensively after a moment
- "Listening to the rain, I suppose."
- "Why?"
- "I don't know, really. I like it guess."
- "The rain?"
- >Fraise sat down on the chair close by and gazed off to the distance for a while
- >The gentle rhythm of the falling droplets offered an ambient soundtrack
- "Why do you like the rain?"
- "Why? Well I... I don't really know. I just do. Maybe I like the water. Or atleast I used to, anyway."
- "Used to?"
- "Yeah. When I was your age, I was practically a fish! Every time I went swimming I could just be there for hours and hours, diving and the like."
- "So you don't like water anymore, then?"
- "It's not that I don't like it, I just... well, I don't particularly enjoy it either. I mean, I shower every day but I haven't swam or played in it for what, ten, twelve years now?"
- "Yeah, not like mom, you always stay in the shower for like a couple of minutes. I haven't seen you ever taking a bath either."
- "I just don't see the point of lulling on and on in lukewarm soap water, is all."
- >a gentle stream was streaming down the gutter and into the ground below
- "So why do you like the rain then? If you don't really like the water, that is?"
- "Maybe it's the sound? Or the look of it? Hundreds of thousands of small droplets, falling down in a hazy curtain and splashing to the ground and roof, creating a single toned symphony? Yeah, I think I like the sound the most."
- >Fraise closed his eyes and took a puzzled look upon his face and focused
- >he listened to splashing echoes against the brick roof and the soiled ground for half-a-minute before opening his eyes
- "I don't get it. I don't hear a symphony."
- "Yeah. Not many do" Anon said with a small smile on his face
- >the rain was getting ever so slight heavier by the minute
- "Or maybe it's... maybe it's that I don't feel so... alone when I'm here in the rain."
- "But you're not alone dad!"
- "Yeah, that I'm not. I got you, your brothers and sisters, your mom my beautiful wife and so many wonderful friends!"
- >his smile grew, but quickly withered before becoming barely noticeable
- "But... it's just... different."
- >Anon stood up from his chair and took a couple of steps
- >he stepped out into the rain, out from the dry protection of the porch
- "Dad! You'll get wet if you stand there!"
- "Ah? It's cool. I like this kind of rain. Not warm, but not cold either. A soothing coolness. I like it."
- >he dug into his pockets, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes
- >he lifted one to his mouth and light it, and took a deep breath
- "You haven't smoked in months."
- >Anon lifted his face up, letting the droplets stream down on his face
- "Yeah, that I haven't. And with good reason, these aren't exactly easy to come by and not cheap either."
- "Why do you even have those? You don't need them."
- "Haha, yeah. Maybe I don't."
- >the ever increasing downpour quickly wet the thin roll of paper
- "How does it even burn? It's all wet and everything."
- "I don't know. But it really tastes smooth now. It's pretty nice, really."
- >another suck on the tip and a long exhale
- >the smoke quickly dissipated into the moist air
- "Fraise, why don't you go inside? You don't want to catch a cold."
- "But you're the one standing in the rain with your clothes all soggy."
- "I was going to change them anyway. Just go now. Don't worry, I'll come too in a minute."
- >Fraise quietly shuffled back inside
- >the rain had escalated into a downpour by now
- >Anon stood there for a while longer
- >In the rain
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