Sixteen: rain

Temperance

The booming sound of thunder crashes loudly, causing my mind to force me awake. Annoyed, I turn over, bending my arm to go back under my pillow.

I open my eyes, feeling a strange pain come from my

Inner arm. I straighten my arm out, thinning my lips at the drip that is placed back into my arms.

My ears twitch at the sound of the monitor they've plugged back in.

I lazily bring myself to a sitting position with a delicate sigh escaping my chapped lips. I gaze outside and watch the dark clouds pour over us. They stretch into the distance as if it's never-ending.

Rain slides down my window, the droplets racing against each other for which one can go faster.

Lightning strikes and the crackling sound of thunder follows. I can hear a few patients scream, but other than that, it's a silent morning in the hospital.

I've always liked the rain. When my mom was alive she would put me in a red raincoat and we'd go outside. She would watch as I splash around in the puddles, my legs