Spinning In Circles

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I watched the girl who was like a painting spin like a flower in the rain.

Submitted: May 20, 2016

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She spread her arms out, like a bird ready to take flight off a cliff. The rain came down as a torrential downpour - soaking her in seconds, the smile on her face never faultering.

"Why," I had to ask, "are you so happy?" It was more like a shout in the torrent of the strom.

She stopped her spinning, rain running off her like a mountain and hair a mess about her face, she peered right through me with her emerald eyes. And then she cracked a full grin - teeth showing and eyes closed with her head thrown back she was laughing. Not once in the entirety of my knowing her had she ever looked more alive than she did at this moment. Then she .was back at it, her arms outspread towards the heavens, thunder roaring in angry despair above - and she kept it up until her footfalls became uncertain and she slipped on the sleek mud and fell. Relaxing on her back, her arms were limp at her sides, lips slightly open in a pout - allowing the rainwater to get in, her half lidded eyes focusing on the empty space before her.

"There's something you have to realize, and that is that I am a deeply unhappy person. The rain," she explained, lazily gesturing to the sky, "is all the tears of the universe - well, our universe. Anyway, so the universe is crying and we get its tears. So I dance in the tears - the tears of everything I'm existant in - because, for once, they aren't my own tears - this isn't my unhappiness."

And I could understand that; maybe not as well as someone like herself, but I could understand it. So, instead of saying anything else, I shut my mouth and watched her.

I watched the girl who was like a painting spin like a flower in the rain.


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