Solace
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She takes comfort as the dark clouds open
A single raindrop
A solitary tear
For when the rain falls, she finds solace
Thunder reverberated through the manner as Piper tiptoed down the hall and lightning struck every few seconds, flooding her path with a shadowy light. She had been sitting down in the lounge with her sisters and Grams, curled up under a huge blanket to wait out the storm. Phoebe had fallen asleep first, sitting beside Penny, her head resting comfortably on her grandmother's shoulder and chubby arm draped across her body. She whimpered slightly in her sleep at each loud clap of thunder, her young face stained with the fearful tears she had shed. Prue and Penny drifted to sleep around the same time, Penny with her head leaning against the back of the couch, her mouth half open. Prue had been sitting beside Piper on the floor, her temple and ear pressing against Penny's knee. That was when Piper had slipped quietly away, careful not to wake any of them. She had only stayed down there out of duty, being the only Halliwell that actually enjoyed the sound of relentless rain and unpredictable thunder.
It was the same ritual that occurred each time the sky became lined with heavy storm clouds, their edges tinging green. As the first thick drops of rain beat against the glass windows, Phoebe would emerge, her pyjamas twisted and hair tangled as she went about waking her sisters. At only three years of age, she could already manipulate Prue and Piper with a simple fearful expression, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. With Phoebe's hand in each of theirs, they would file downstairs to where Penny would be snoozing on the couch and Piper would diligently wait until they all drifted to sleep before returning to her room.
She would sit up on the window seat, a small, sandy coloured teddy bear usually hugged tightly to her chest. Only when the bedroom door was closed and the light switched off, would she let her thoughts wander as they wished. She didn't force herself to focus on school when her mind drifted to Patty and she didn't go and grab some pencils and a colouring book when she began to think about Victor.
Her young mind found solace in the late hours of squall filled night, for if the 'world' could be angry and upset, its tears flowing endlessly and roars of frustration filling her ears, than she could be also. Bitter tears ran down her cheeks as she permitted herself some self-pity, for every friend she saw comforted by their mother and every little girl she saw playing with their father. She cried for Prue, her big sister who had forgotten how to play with dolls in exchange for learning how to comfort a toddler. She cried for Phoebe, for every bedtime story that wouldn't be read by a loving mother and the memories she would never have.
She eventually fell asleep, curled up against the window, her face mirroring the water stained glass. When she awoke, her tears had long since dried and her spirit was renewed. Sunshine brought with it an inherent belief in life, that circumstances couldn't possibly be so bad when she could still run through the gardens. The bright, beautiful flowers that she loved so much would not exist if the rain never fell. And the little girl that found solace in heaven's tears, would not laugh so loudly or run so fast if she weren't to emulate their falling.
Finish.
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~~~
She takes comfort as the dark clouds open
A single raindrop
A solitary tear
For when the rain falls, she finds solace
Thunder reverberated through the manner as Piper tiptoed down the hall and lightning struck every few seconds, flooding her path with a shadowy light. She had been sitting down in the lounge with her sisters and Grams, curled up under a huge blanket to wait out the storm. Phoebe had fallen asleep first, sitting beside Penny, her head resting comfortably on her grandmother's shoulder and chubby arm draped across her body. She whimpered slightly in her sleep at each loud clap of thunder, her young face stained with the fearful tears she had shed. Prue and Penny drifted to sleep around the same time, Penny with her head leaning against the back of the couch, her mouth half open. Prue had been sitting beside Piper on the floor, her temple and ear pressing against Penny's knee. That was when Piper had slipped quietly away, careful not to wake any of them. She had only stayed down there out of duty, being the only Halliwell that actually enjoyed the sound of relentless rain and unpredictable thunder.
It was the same ritual that occurred each time the sky became lined with heavy storm clouds, their edges tinging green. As the first thick drops of rain beat against the glass windows, Phoebe would emerge, her pyjamas twisted and hair tangled as she went about waking her sisters. At only three years of age, she could already manipulate Prue and Piper with a simple fearful expression, tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. With Phoebe's hand in each of theirs, they would file downstairs to where Penny would be snoozing on the couch and Piper would diligently wait until they all drifted to sleep before returning to her room.
She would sit up on the window seat, a small, sandy coloured teddy bear usually hugged tightly to her chest. Only when the bedroom door was closed and the light switched off, would she let her thoughts wander as they wished. She didn't force herself to focus on school when her mind drifted to Patty and she didn't go and grab some pencils and a colouring book when she began to think about Victor.
Her young mind found solace in the late hours of squall filled night, for if the 'world' could be angry and upset, its tears flowing endlessly and roars of frustration filling her ears, than she could be also. Bitter tears ran down her cheeks as she permitted herself some self-pity, for every friend she saw comforted by their mother and every little girl she saw playing with their father. She cried for Prue, her big sister who had forgotten how to play with dolls in exchange for learning how to comfort a toddler. She cried for Phoebe, for every bedtime story that wouldn't be read by a loving mother and the memories she would never have.
She eventually fell asleep, curled up against the window, her face mirroring the water stained glass. When she awoke, her tears had long since dried and her spirit was renewed. Sunshine brought with it an inherent belief in life, that circumstances couldn't possibly be so bad when she could still run through the gardens. The bright, beautiful flowers that she loved so much would not exist if the rain never fell. And the little girl that found solace in heaven's tears, would not laugh so loudly or run so fast if she weren't to emulate their falling.
Finish.