Colors shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only • Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
(Open RP) The rain pours and pours. It hasn't stopped for days and this is no exception. I see a red headed girl under a black umbrella, she is looking down and she seem sad. I stare at her through the crowd of people and I realize the city is bustling around me. "Excuse me!!" Someone shouts in my ear. I quickly turn around and accidentally trip over someone or something, and I land in someone's arms. I look up,"I'm so sorry!" I say (can someone be the girl he runs into? Please?)
She asks me if she's falling, if I think she's going to die. I tell her, no not really, just keep your head up, try. But then it hits me all at once, swimming's for the others. My dearest friend, she needs to stay, so high above the waters. I've let her down, what treason's this?. For falling in's not wrong....but there are times when it's an ought, when it is the right season.