In a town as lonesome as this one
It was as lovely as a day could be in a town as lonesome as this one. A light rain was falling; it was the kind of rain that would feel remarkable to dance in, if only there was someone to dance with. Alas, an empty heart longs to be filled until it is a pitcher that has overflowed.
She appears, roaming through the town, as if she was a dancer on a stage. The rain did not seem to faze her. However, the loneliness did for she was a dreamer and she dreamed that one day she would not have to dance alone.
As if pulled by a string a fate, he appeared. The reason he came was to visit an ailing grandmother, but that is not the reason he will stay. Most men would be wearied by the weather now stormy, but he gazed at the sky and laughed a melodious laugh. He made a sound so lilting and magical that she heard him, and like a moth drawn to a flame, she was at his side. In his eyes, she seemed to glow. Her sopping clothing did not hinder her appearance at all, in fact the rain drops on her skin glowed like a million stars, and when the pair began to dance, the stars exploded.
Rarely are two people’s thoughts as synchronized as there two’s were. As they leaped and twirled together, so did their hearts, as they thought about how they would not have to be lonely anymore because they had found each other. Every day they danced together in order to make up for the sorrow they felt before.
However, sad as it is, even the best things must end. His grandmother was healed and he had to go back to whence he came. She wept for him. She wept until she had no tears left for loneliness hurts more once one knows what it feels like to be found. She wept so much that she took all of the water of the atmosphere and the world fell into a drought. The blaring sun made it impossible for her to dance. It was too dry and too arid.
Until one day he returned to the little town, rushing straight towards her as if they were magnets and the pull was too strong for them to be separated. Words fell from his lips like flower petals as he stated how much he regretted leaving her. He was holding her, and kissing her.
It was as lovely as a day could be in a town as lonesome as this one. A light rain began to fall; it was the kind of rain that would feel remarkable to dance in.