The Rains (standard:Psychological fiction, 1146 words)
Author: Db	Added: Jun 18 2004	Views/Reads: 3643/2318	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This story chronicles my life long sturggle against "the rains." As the story progresses, it becomes clear that "the rains" is a metafore for despression

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tried to grow, but the rains drove even harder. I tried to thrive, but 
the downpour was so dense that I couldn‘t see three feet in front of my 
face. I extended an olive branch to the clouds, but instead of 
accepting my offer of peace, the rains used that branch to tie my hands 
behind my back in a deadly embrace. I struggled to free myself, but the 
rains made my skin cold and my fingers lost their agility. I could 
barely move, held in place by something with which I couldn't even 
speak. People often asked me why I seemed paralysed and I explained to 
them that it was the rains causing all of the pain. They said I was 
crazy, that the rains don't have that power. But they were wrong; the 
rains were stronger than any force on earth. 

In the end, I accepted the rains in hopes that they would go away, but
that only made them stronger. Eventually, they became so strong that I 
was left stunned in their wake. 

Those tiny riverbeds that I observed as a child have been transformed
into massive gulleys, but even they are too choked with liquid and 
debris to carry it all away. The water level keeps rising, eventually 
it reaches my doorway, but the rains show no mercy and continue to 
pound. 

I look to the sky, but see nothing but dark, menacing, clouds. Even the
faint whisper of sun is forever gone, driven away by the rains that 
never cease. 

It's 6:30 p.m. now, and the rain is still driving against my window,
even harder than before. I finally decide to open the door and concede 
defeat to the demon that has held me complacent, to finally surrender 
to the awesome force that has overwhelmed my life. I decide to make the 
final leap, letting myself be carried away in the swift current. After 
years of battle, the rains have won. I feel at peace, the only peace 
I've ever known.


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