Title: Weather

Author: Beautifully Tragic Tragically Beautiful

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Glinda hair….seriously.

Author's Note: I was bored, it was maths, enough said. I realise stuff like this has been written before, but it was rattling around in my mind and had to be written down.

Weather

Sunny days were Galinda's weather-the bright light seemed to bounce off her, making her golden hair, shiny eyes, pearly teeth and sparkly outfits glisten and glitter even more. She was radiant, smiling, flicking her curls and giggling incessantly.

Fog was Elphaba's weather- dark and dreary, the blanched greyness made her look rather a less startling shade of green. With her glistening hair, dark eyes and heavy garments she seemed like a spirit from the Otherland. She was secretive, quiet, in her own world.

Storms were Fiyero's weather- his sapphire diamonds sparkled in the lightning, his hair messed up by wind and rain. The sound of thunder reverberated through him like a primeval drumbeat. He would wrap up in his cape and march through the rain, confident and noble.

Gentle rain was Nessarose's weather- calm and serene, just like her. It made a steady rhythm, like the squeak of her wheelchair. She would wheel herself through the puddles left by the rain, feeling the water as it splashed up onto her, happy and content.

It was sunny that day in the Emerald City when Glinda heard the news.

"Hail to Dorothy! The Wicked Witch is dead!" the shouts and cheers echoed throughout the city, but Glinda felt no joy, only sadness. She felt as if they sun was mocking her, forcing happiness upon a broken heart. Galinda had run to her bedroom, tears falling, glistening like glass in the sunlight.

Oh, Elphie. You'll never know how much I missed you…

It was foggy the day Dorothy arrived at Kiamo Ko, intending to kill Elphaba. Elphaba, however, had no intention of letting this farm girl get her way. Things change in moments. As the flame licked her skirt, she felt no pain. As the water hit her skin, the pain was excruciating. Elphaba travelled to a bright light, to welcoming arms, while her body joined the fog.

Fiyero, you'll never know how much I truly loved you…

It was stormy the day Fiyero became the Scarecrow. As the Gale Force took him to the cornfield, away from Elphaba, the clouds came up and the thunder rumbled. As the bruises emerged and the blood began to flow, the wind howled and the lightning flashed. He felt himself lighten, the pain disappeared. As he changed, on went the storm.

Elphaba…I love you…

It was raining the day Nessarose lost her sister. The rain fell as Glinda hugged her, telling her Elphaba was gone, that she ran off in the Emerald City. Nessarose wheeled through the gardens, tears mixing with the water from her rain soaked hair. She cried for two days, and the rain didn't stop. When Nessarose recovered, claiming to have disowned her sister, there was still rain.

I'll never trust again…