Rain. So beautifully evil. So horribly designed that one night could change how someone viewed thunderstorms and weather itself. So crazily programmed that it etched its way into her nightmares and prowled through her veins. Only counting would help. Counting and rocking. Rocking herself back and forth, back and forth. It became tedious after a while. Soon enough it was hard to remember what exactly has gotten her in this state in the first place. But one thing was for sure. Raindrops could only mean one thing. Rainbows. MY FIRST NON-FANDOM REALATED BOOK! WHOO!