Disclaimer: Twilight isn't mine…though…did I even use any aspects of it in this? Better to be safe than sorry, I guess.
A/N: This was originally written for the Realization in the Rain contest, but I forgot all about it and missed the deadline. I have all these random stories clouding my folders and well…here you go?
Look for the Rainbows
It was standing there in the middle of the street that it finally came to me.
My clothes were soaked through and the cold bite on my skin was almost unbearable. The thought of taking another step to continue on—unimaginable. I could barely breathe or see or hear anything but the steady pound of water.
I was drowning in every sense of the word, my senses swallowed by the cacophony, my limbs locked with the frigidity, my mind filled to the brim.
It was in this moment, when there was nothing but the rain and the pain that I realized something.
These problems, these things that are just too much for me to compete against, these moments where giving in would be easier than pushing on, they're just like this rain.
This rain that swallows senses and drowns out the hope of ever seeing the Sun again. Invading my skin harshly and trying to shove me toward the ground.
It will pass.
Like the rain, these problems will pass too.
In the middle of the storm it is difficult to see its end, but there are clues. There are silver linings left for us to find so that we can not only be assured, but know that like the way all good things must come to an end, so must the bad.
They're the things we don't always see, the flashes of color that shouldn't be, the moments of beauty in an otherwise desolate time.
He wasn't going to follow me out here. He wasn't going to make some declaration before dramatically pulling me in for a world shattering kiss. He wasn't going to pick me up and spin me around in joy, oblivious to the storm raging around us.
He wasn't going to, but somehow, that was okay.
These problems wouldn't be settled with romantic rain kisses. There would be more talking, more yelling, and undoubtedly more crying.
But I wasn't worried about where we'd end up.
See that clue I told you about?
Well it's shining, it's practically pointing at him right now, and although it's ridiculous and impractical, I believe it's a sign.
Wherever we end up, we're going to be okay. We're going to see the Sun again.