Rain.

All around her, she could sense peace.

She stood motionless, her bare feet damp from the wistful stroll she had taken through the fairytale-like wood. Closing her eyes, she gently gripped the rail that prevented her from melting into the greenery.

And she sighed.

With the earth below her so at peace, she could not help but to allow herself to succumb to its serene embrace. The inner turmoil of the neon world she lived in dulled and faded, replaced by the cool green wilderness.

She listened to the rain.

She could hear each individual, pristine drop hitting the leaves of the natural canopy around her. The gentle tambour of their descent from the heavens created a beautiful lullaby which she could not describe in simple words. It was, at its root, perfection.

In this green wooded palace she found her inner sanctuary. It took over her jaded soul and filled it with the song of the rain. She knew that as soon as she left her safe haven, the neon world would again overtake her mind. But the rain cleansed her very spirit. She could feel it rolling down her face and back.

She was clean.

With every drop she felt hope. Though the skies above her were gray and the sun was quickly turning out its light, each drop of rain filled her heart with sunshine. It made her smile.

The rain began to slow. But the rain made her happy. She embraced the rain. Danced and laughed and smiled at the rain. Loved the rain.

But even though rain leaves, it always ends up coming back. The rain would always come back to cleanse the girl of her neon world.

So she left the green palace behind. Yet every time the rain came gently tapping at her window, she would smile.

Rain brought peace.