A Strange Mood

Jane awoke the same way that she did every day, to the blaring sound of her alarm going off. With a strike of her hand the noise was silenced, and she lay in her bed numbly thinking. She didn't want to go to work; her job was primarily a dead end. She couldn't advance forward in it unless she stayed there for years, and working in a simple eatery did not sound enthralling for years.

With a push of her hands she sits up on her bed and rubs the sleep from her eyes. She turns her head and looks out the window, seeing that the blinds are darker than usual. The morning sun was not shining through them as usual and she could hear the faintest sounds of pitter patter beyond them.

Shifting out of her bed and across her room, the sound grew louder and she figured she knew what it was but had to be sure. She pulled on the cord to open the blinds, and was greeted with the site she knew all too well.

It was raining once more. It had been raining all of that week, an almost never ending downpour of water from the heavens. Sometimes it'd grow lighter, sometimes heavier, but it was always just falling from the sky; the constant pitter patter against her window.

The constant pitter patter was all she heard.

At her job all she could hear was the rain, the distant sound seemed to almost echo and boom as she looked into the faces of her guests. She would take their order and bring them their food, but their words were lost on her. All she could think, all she could hear, all she could see was the never ending downpour that seemed to surround her life.

It was all she needed, she thought to herself. She knew she wished the rain would end; it played tricks on her minds that didn't go away. Yet she was addicted to it, craving and loving every moment that played forth before her.

Her hand touched the cool fall window, feeling the pounding of the rain as it smacked the window. The sound traveled through her skin and into her mind, the low thudding vibrations of the rain made it even more powerful to her senses.

With a collected sigh she turned away from the window and began to dress for her day. It was going to be long, she already knew that. But perhaps time would go by quickly, she would listen to the rain and the rain would make the day melt away. Perhaps that was why she liked it so much, everything was just simply washed away by that droning sound.

She grabbed some toast and swallowed it nearly whole, followed with a small glass of juice before she grabbed her umbrella. With a snap of the button it opened wide once more and made a shield that blocked the rain. Her car was downstairs from her second story apartment, a small trek through the pouring rain.

She walked down her flight of stairs, careful not to the slip on the slickened steps, water acting as a nasty lubricant. The unyielding rain continued to pour, her car now within sight as she stepped before it. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the door. Her eyes caught something and she turned her head, a shadow out of the corner of her vision had disappeared as soon as she turned.

She stood there quiet, staring at the spot she had seen something, but nothing was there; just the ever droning sound of the rain beating down.

She shook her head and got into the car, she'd merely been in the rain for too long was what her mind told her. The engine began and she backed up, and she was on her way down the road.

Cars soared past her, water spraying everywhere as she made her way to work. The thumping of her wipers were the only sounds to accompany the pounding rain. Her radio was silent, her mind wandering as she drove down the road. She thought of music, but didn't seem compelled to turn any on. She just wanted to sit in silence, listening to that rhythmic pounding of the rain aided by her wipers.

Thump, thump. Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter.

It was like an orchestra surrounded her, and yet it was merely nature. She could feel her eyes slipping, the noise numbing her senses. She couldn't think of anything but the rain around her. The cool rain was her home; a water embrace was what surrounded her.

The loud blaring of a horn jogged her attention, bright lights filling her vision. In her panic she swiveled the wheel, the loud screeching of tired filled the air. The car jostled and swerved, no longer in her control as she screamed down on her brakes.

A loud crash echoed in the rain soaked air and the sound of crunching, twisting metal scraped across the ground.  The echoes of the horrendously screeching metal seemed to last forever, but before you could count it was just as quiet once more.

Jane groaned, pressing a hand to her face. Her car was a mess, she could feel bruising on her body, but she seemed to be okay.  She reached down and unbuckled her belt, to find her head hitting the floor. Her car had flipped; she counted herself lucky to be alive. She orientated herself, realizing how twisted and broken her car was now. Her hand reached up for the door, and found that the window was gone.

With careful steps she grabbed the edges of broken glass and pulled herself through the window. As she reached out for help, she found a hand and gripped on to it. She slipped out of the wrecked car and sat down, back pressed against the twisted metal. She could feel the rain bearing down on her now. Her body soaked in all of the water that struck her body, cooling her down and feeling good on her wounds.

She opened her eyes, looking for the person who had helped her out. But no one was there; she was alone by the car now, no one else in sight.

The sounds of sirens approached, emergency rescue was on its way. She was going to be safe with their help. But she knew that she had felt a hand, the unmistakable feeling of another hand wrapped around her own. Who had helped her in her time of need, and where had they gone? She wondered who… but perhaps there really had been no one at all…